Kazi Nazrul Islam
If I Was Daddy, And Daddy Was Me - Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
If I was Daddy and Daddy was Khoka (that's me),
if he didn't finish memorizing the multiplication tables I'd tap him on the head!
If everyday was Sunday,
Oh, what fun that would be-
no more multiplication tables, writing, drawing-measuring,
if I was Daddy and Daddy was Khoka (that's me)!
[Orijinal: Ami jodi baba hotam; Translation: Sajed Kamal]
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