The Little Boy

A Anjandev Roy
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The little boy was writing something On a paper with rapt attention, His mother saw it, Being very angry she threw the paper in the dustbin, As she thought her son was wasting valuable time Not reading his important text books. But the boy's father who was a great poet Picked up the paper himself from the bin And saw that his beloved son Had written a beautiful poem in it, Tears of spontaneous joy came in his eyes, He embraced his son with extreme delight, The little boy could not understand anything.

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