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Mini Bomb

By Viraj Shinde


No one loves me,     I'm a naughty mouse,

A lot.                                                 Always riot.

Sarcasm in school,                         Rude teacher,

I got.                                                 Who is so fat.

Taunts from society,                      When she walks,

How I forgot !                                Suddenly I laugh.

My strict parents,                          The Principal beat me,

All time hot.                                   With my bat.

Talented bro,                                  Evil my mind works,

Everywhere rock.                          Never stop.

Many more medals,                      Tie class girls’ hair,

Why I cop?                                     With a tight knot.

Any time comparison,                 Only in cricket,

Please do not.                                Always I top.

Stop your demands,                    Break glass window,

From a tiny pot...........1              In one shot ..............2




Brain eater I am,       All rules erased,

Not rest on the cot.      Which you taught.

Always busy in games,               But tickle your brain,

Which I sort.                              Remember your plot.

On yearly dartboard,              Childhood passes,

Having test dots.              Never come back.

My report card,              I am a mini bomb,

I always lost.                      Remember that.......4

How victory gets,

In every spot.

Less marks gives, 

Me a shock.                

Then as a rabbit,

I hide in a hat.

Punishment reward,‌

Gets in slot................3


By Viraj Shinde


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