A two and a half-year-old boy
calls every female aunty
his mother is a friendly one
her friends are known as aunties
his father being very quiet
has not many friends to talk
the male go without any term
they are a representative of all walks
the kid goes haywire if he sees strangers
interacts with them in a pleasant babble
mixes the language he knows in a range
catches everyone’s attention with his ramble
no doubt, he is a cynosure of all eyes
he is a darling even when he cries.
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My Little Boy
The little boy I know
a ten-year-old in the go
has a lot to show
talks with a flow
be it any subject in toe
he is never slow
nor behaves low
speaks with a glow
is as pure as snow
honest to the core
has a lot of wisdom in store
at times,he might sound a bore
that be a few moments in toll
he is a child of a noble call
priced and gifted 
in all.
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The Boy And The Man
The boy of long years
full of life and cheer
once very aggressive and bashful
has become now a man wonderful
solemn and gentle in tone
not because of his choice alone
turned so to adjust to his wife
who keeps him in strife
behaves with a lot of indifference
pays scant or no reverenc
e
belies herself in her attempts
treats all with a possible contempt
speaks loud and rude
her movements are crude
know the reason now for his change
a man I sympathise from a range
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The Bundle Of Joy
The little boy being unruly
screaming with joy
seemingly a loving act
mumbling with discomfort
indicating a sign of uneasiness
going by his shrieks and cries
every acti
on of him be a play
delighting all around with cheer
being a mother of such a boy
always on toes with a vigour
making a move fast with a rigour
beyond any cope up and posing a stress
proves hard and bothersome
at times gets beyond control
she losing her sleep and rest
not careful in her schedules
falling down in exasperation
wishing someone could handle him
if being offered to take up
reluctant to share with others
feeling the little boy mischievous
being her own bundle of joy.
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The Toddler.
Wanting to see better
went up the ladder
saw a toddler
wheeled in a stroller
who was looking all around with joy
playing with the toy
smiling along in coy
he being a boy.
went up the ladder
saw a toddler
wheeled in a stroller
who was looking all around with joy
playing with the toy
smiling along in coy
he being a boy.
The passers-by look at him
he being called kim
appearing very trim
apparently very slim
it being a light dim
the ambience was grim
yet his cheer was to the brim
making us look twice at him.
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Maturity And Innocence.
Up in the front
holding his hand up
the boy always
bubbling with enthusiasm
comes with ‘I’
answering each and
every question rightfully
allowing none a chance.
The little boy reads
and writes a lot
with his spectacles
coming up and down
adjusting them
he watches the TV
with a special interest
in science and technology
Mischievous he is
as to his age
playing pranks and tricks
and making his little sister cry.
He is a blend of both
assumptions of maturity
and childhood innocence
perhaps in the brink 
of turning into the teens.
A little pup was in the middle
with its half-open eyes stood still.
Cars rushing up and down
passed without knocking him down
Cyclists pedalling slow
did not stoop low.
Pedestrians walking along
did not bother about his belong.
The pup remained there till noon
A boy saw the stranded pup in the afternoon.
Without a thought ran to the pup
and carefully lifted him up
Holding him close to his bosom
went towards his home.
He gave him little milk
placed him on the mat silk.
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It is, a shock,a terrible shock.
It is ,a revelation,a shocking revelation,
It is, but a truth, a revealing truth,
It is hard to accept, truly hard.
Coming out of it was a nightmare, a terrific one
It is a rude strike, an unnerving one,
It is an unbelievable episode, a stifling one,
It is hard to accept, truly hard.
What is it so alarming?
It is a murder, gruesome murder,
A teacher was stabbed by a her ward,
He is a fierce and young boy of fourteen.
The teacher was alone in her class, all alone,
The boy dashed in like a storm,
Slit her throat and butchered her,
She fell down in a pool of blood screaming .
The cause for such provocation is a warning,
The irregularity and inefficiency of the boy was condemned,
It is but the duty of the teacher to do so,
The infuriating rashness has cost a precious life.
The post of a teacher has become a mockery,
Her family is now destined to suffer,
A momentous fury has brought death,
It is difficult,to comprehend, really difficult.
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