Sunday, 5 June 2011

My Boy at Eight ...

Let's see how adorable was my boy when he was eight.
And, it's no longer a limerick ...
But I wish to call it a poem.



My boy at eight.

Sometimes,
I can't help but wish,
that you were small again.
But then,
you're already eight 
and was well trained.

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