Complain
Parents taught:
“Earth is ball; seas are cups and mountains are nipples on the chest of a child.”
I smile
I smiles at complaints:
“They stole. I have lost. I need this; or need that.”
I smile when I hear:
“He is bad. She did wrong. It hurts me in my heart.”
I wonder why they see smalls large!
What is earth? What is sea? What’s mountain?
I am sure they are with microscopes, magnify.
That is why they complaint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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