The Broken Specticle Poem by Anand Sir

Eyes are red, mouth is closed.
Tell me lovely what is load.

Am I mad whom you tease?
Leave me alone dear please.

Had been happy between Meeks
Open secret of puffy cheeks.

I don't like your wordy knife.
Let me live my pinching life.

No! No! bonny you're tot
I cannot leave you under lot

Would you leave me if I tell
Without it life is total hell

Tears are dirty, I hate the cry
Sooth your heart, make a try

My specs are broken, I'm blind
Bring me new one, become kind

O! This much lovely is your woo
That's why father your loves you.