Want To Give Or Not? Poem by gnrao rao

I am the loving Dad,
I am the affectionate mother,
We all belong to the
New Generation.
What we could not get
From our parents

in a joint and big family,
We waned ti give our
Only darling son.
Whatever he liked or
wanted we gave him
At once.
Our son wanted to play
with the matches,
My wife gave him,
And left him alone,
In the kitchen.
The gas was on,
He lighted the match,
We heard a obnoxious
smell.
I ran and saw,
And found out
What caused the smell.
It was nice all
The windows were open.
It saved all our lives.

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