Pranav Dubey, Class IX E
(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)
When you come home,
Please don’t kill me,
Please don’t grill me.
I will give you all my toys
You can act like a big boy.
You kick me, punch me,
And push me to the ground.
And when I see you coming,
I run all around.
With an innocent face like yours,
How can I lay a finger on you,
Even when you might deserve it?
I become blind to your mischiefs,
For your tenderness and care,
Which I will not get elsewhere.
And do come home whenever you want,
Because I love you brother.
