Posted by: flashaku | June 26, 2008

My new baby brother poem

My mother has a new baby, it is a boy.    
Which brings in our house a very own joy.

He is tiny, including his hands and ears.
When he crys, nothing comes out not even tear.

Maybe when I was a baby, I was the same!
I might have done alone all the baby game!

He eats nothing but he only drinks milk.
The clothes he does wear, are 100% silk.

He is noisy because he crys all day.
He is too young to use toys to play.

I hope, he doesn’t need to wear glasses like mine,
I hope, he doesn’t feel to miss details like mine.

Though we became brothers but may not be the same.
We will be attached together even with different aims!

Rai Akash Santosh,S.1 Student,St. Margaret’s Co-educational English Secondary & Primary School


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  1. hello, Akash dai . you write such a good poem I never knew. but still its very goood.guess who i am .but I am not Pitamber Rai or else y I would call you dai. And u have a mistake in your convertation about ur visit to China. Instead of bed u wrote made. better realised it .


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