The Poetry of Bond
Children's demands and the stress of office,
How you fulfill and how you neutralize it?
Just a small nap in the evening,
If anyone talks around, thou stop them with a small hiss.
You fulfill our demands of the tasty food,
Thou Cook it with your magical hands,
And it tastes really good.
I know both of you have stressed minds,
But, you too can't scold us in that stage,
You two have never locked us in the limited cage,
For, when we open our eyes,
Everytime we find the sky fresh and nice!
Dedicated to the parents.
BY:ꋬꃳꁝ꒐ꋊꋬꌦ ꂵꋬꁝꋬ꓄ꄲ
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