Daughter's Sweet Balls Poem by Anand Sir

If sweet balls are not sour
If yes I don't like, if not tongue shower

Taste is taste when one has lust
Without wish one throws in dust

In time they come pen runs well
If pen fails, life becomes hell

Hell is not a good place
We reach there with a broken lace

I will bring but tell me how
They are not growing on bough
Money I have not you have knowledge
Being a tiny student of a college

Make a ball of sweet bonny mine
I will take and tell fine.