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