Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Cruel we are often to our child,                              Rest is a ‘must’ to his body and mind;                  Coming close, let’s smile and bend,                  “Worry you don’t, I am your friend!”                        Whisper, ask, ‘when tired, where fear?’                Sheltered feels he, tells with cheer.                    This brings health, wisdom - a surprise!                     Makes home proud, helps nation rise.