Make It Large Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It's pleasant afternoon now,
The little boy wants to play,
But his mother rebukes him,
"Don't you hear,
Your neighbour is still reading,
It's the competitive world,
Read, read and read,
That's the only way to succeed,
There is no respite, "
The son continues reading in fear.
The old grandfather comes and says to the mother,
"It's the time for your son to play,
Let him play,
The field is small nowadays,
It should be made large, very large by all the children,
As it was evident in our childhood days,
That's the fruitful lesson today,
Which every child must learn first."