mazHur Butt


Playing Naughty - Poem by mazHur Butt

Be not a moth-ridden bookworm, boy
Move out and with Nature toy
There is more than the words you read
For the sake of your life, fresh air you need
Sing, dance and play the fiddle
Life is not a book for you to diddle
Keep your books aside and play
Naughty with your love night and day!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 2, 2014


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