The Youngest Child Poem by Rizwana Sultana

Being the youngest child,
I am so fortunate,
Among all my siblings,
I have the best fate.
No responsibility to take,
I am the most privileged.
Every hard work of my home,
Is, by my elders managed.

Though I am fully grown up,
And am an adult,
Youngest, I will always remain,
Having anybody, to consult.
Nothing to care and worry,
Just like a free bird
To all my siblings,
I appear weird.

Though being the youngest,
Has many disadvantages,
It also does have,
As many advantages.
From my elder brothers and sisters,
All things I receive,
But anything to them,
I never have to give.

Spending all my extra time,
In my recreational hobbies,
Which I like most,
And can never cease.
I make full use,
Of my good fortune,
God has made me lucky,
It is a great boon.