Shanika marini Paul
Spare He Rod - Poem by Shanika marini Paul
Spare The Rod O Advice!
He stole a thousand rupees one day,
Just at nine and hid in bay,
His father who was soon warned,
Saved the rod to void no storm
The only words he said In vein;
Was is my son alright?
Ah! But tis the father to blame
For he had a light to stop the strain!
He grew up now stealing a game!
Lying, deceit all a gain,
Tis but a waste for he did frown,
And pondered upon the circus clown.
Ay! Tis but a fools shame
Never will he learn the pain,
OF another man’s drain of fortune’s loss
Nai! Nai! He’s not to blame, ,
For he was just a part of the game
Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
Grad ALLI U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
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