Giving my ears a painful tweak
She called me nitwit, tittering freak
Your wishy-washy ideas are quite antique
Can't you follow what is in chic?
She yanked me close and then you REEK!
I tremored and give her smile weak
This was not all she had to speak
She was a champ in pointless critique
She had no control over her beak
I kept on listening because I was meek
And she knew not what I lost what I seek
very interesting, it took me back to my childhood days too. thanks for sharing.
a beautiful write on a wonderful childhood experience.love this poem.voted10 surya
Giving my ears a painful tweak She called me nitwit, tittering freak.......................Gul it is so lovely comosition and every word of it is like simple truth... i liked it very much.....10 read mine... no teacher please.......school... hen laid an eggs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Slam Gul Naz, you have written it very nicely.You have described a childhood in a comic way.