Treasure Island

Baidurya Mukherjee

(12/05/1995 / Kolkata)

Television


Day and Night my eyes I strain,
My parents feel you're a pain.
All The Time I squint and cry,
Gazing hard with my bleary eyes.

Mother Yells and father screams,
Everything passes as through a dream!
You Give me a severe headache,
Thanks to you, many medicines I have to take!

You affect my eyes, sight and vision,
You are a culprit, o television!

Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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  • Parth Parekh (3/27/2010 6:14:00 AM)

    nice 1...... television is maybe d sole reason my facial muscles have to bear the brunt of my spectacles......... (Report) Reply

  • David Harris (12/2/2007 10:58:00 AM)

    Baidurya, I like your sense of humour as it is as quirky as mine. Nice read my friend and thanks for sharing it. Top marks by the way.
    David (Report) Reply

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