Tuesday, August 24, 2010

MOTHER'S SON.

A hundred meters from home the bell tolls,
The teacher scribbles something on the board,
My stomach crumbels and whispers something,
Then we all burst into the familiar lunchtime anthem,
'NASIKIA SAUTI, NASKIA SAUTI...'
If i could erase all my nursery school rhymes,
But i can not,
Because then i would have no memory.
And i would forget,
How it feels,
To be called my son.

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