Akhtar Jawad Children Poems

When I am annoyed by my son and daughters,
My grand children come to me,
In a hot summer the soothing showers,
A rainbowpleasing to see.
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I drop her to school every early morning,
Not a fatigue to pick up a fairy that's charming,
A fairy is she in her lovely uniform,
A bag too heavy perhaps to perform,
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Sweet children, sweet children,
Where are you?
We are in the wash room brushing our teeth,
Aren't you too.
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The dawn comes with her busy moments
In preparing breakfast for the kids to school
Children complaining uniforms aren't ironed
Husband's untimely flirts, but she is cool,
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