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My Dear Wild Child

By Dr.B.Senthil Visagan


How is Humanity divided

But Mankind multiplied—

Asked thee at three years at three at night.

Why do you want to be enlightened

Only at night,I wonder?

This Riddle you fiddle

To me in the middle of your widdle,

Oh My Biddle! These queries you point,

All without smoking a joint?

Impressive!

Me the uncle; you the niece

A joint family that we are.

Now,Let us flip a coin

To see if we should

Continue to seek light

Or get you to sleep for the night

The probability of which is half

Given that while you may go to sleep

These questions will keep me awake.


By Dr.B.Senthil Visagan

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