Aftab Alam - Bringing up

Joseph was his good name, my friend mischief
Always teased but played with handkerchief
His father loved him more, from his heart‘s core
Being a single child parent, mother equally chore

One day, he broke the wash basin and the mirror
Seeing this, his father became angry with horror
Questioned him politely but reply was very rough
Shouted on Joseph, said, your life will be tough

Joseph ran away from house like a horrid mouse
Reached to an orchard which was far from his house
Climbed to a tree, sat on a branch then heard chii-chii
Birdies were taking food from mother’s belly, chii-chii

Seeing this, Joseph changed his mind and thought,
Those, who hates parent they are flaming wrought

Aftab Alam

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