Aastha Poddar

(3rd Nov,1995 / Patna, Bihar)

Parents In Our Life


Our life is a secondary school,
where we sometimes become fool,
Parents are so good,
They care us from our childhood,
If we are sometimes not well,
there faces of heart naturally swell.
house made by them is like my indian land,
in our life they have a higher position to stand,
We respect them the most,
For them we are always small,
Our parents are so good,
they care us from our childhood.

Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 04, 2012

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Actually, this poem is written by me on the topic which requirements do we have from our parents.

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