Know These Too

Thinking it's mine,
I took away his pen,
He got angry.
I asked excuse.
When asked whether
it is his,
he said no,
that's not his.
Then why did
you get angry?
it happens.
forgive me, he said.
Those are ducks
which are in ponds.
No.they aren't.
They are swans.
How do you know?
Swans are more
beautiful,
But their voice
is not so melodious.
Ducks quack quack
is better.
Are these your
things?
Yes they are mine.
Whose houses are they?
I don't know.
But I think they
Are theirs,
Who are in the park
And near the swimming pool.
Are they living here.
from when,
How do I know?
If you really want to
know,
I'll go to them
and ask them and
Find out.
Are they all Indians?
From the way they
dress and speak,
and act, I hope so.
Do you like Indian food?
Oh! of course,
I like spicy dishes.
I miss it very much.

































































What is that?
It is window.
Is it a book?
No it isn't.
What are these?
Pencils.
Are they pens?
No.they aren't.
What are those?
They are ducks.

Thursday, September 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: knowledge
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