Let me thank my sweet mom
Daddy, dear Father! thanks.
Is this the world for fight
To reach at the chairs high?
Three lakh of sperms in race
Rushed to get a seat
There in the track was I
Who pierced the ovum first.
Tests in life test caliber
Force of Lord’s Will that gave.
Tested my strength of nails
On nipples of mom’s breast;
White jasmine five front teeth
Giggled while mom snarled.
Kittens and cubs in joy
Test their might in the fight;
Is this the world for fight
To reach at the chairs high?
Let me thank my sweet mom
Daddy, dear Father! thanks.
Rhyming to be sung.. Expressed to be enjoyed. The adults in general to read.... A good share!
Let me think! I must think critically! A wonderful poem....loved it.
A great song sung in filial gratitude with the science and art of being. I enjoyed its music and content.
So even conception starts with a fight and the theory of the survival of the fittest manifests at the earliest stage of life! An interesting write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rich tribute to parents in a captivating spell. Thanks for sharing Mr.N.P