hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Our children


They are not only smart
But form very good start
Each puzzle is solved
And life's mystery is

What do they suggest?
When act as best
It is eagerness to know
And very fast attempt to grow

World moves fast
So the time races to last
Children try to cope
So in life never proves flop

Sharp and intelligent as they are
They stay in door but look at far
Stars and moon does not appeal
They want knowledge and that too real

We fail at each stage
We are down with age
Now subjects are vast and new
We watch child’s growth and view

I feel happy when they counter
With sold argument and offer
Their version with logic and fairness
Being ignorant, I bring smile on face

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013

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