| By : Sarbjeet Singh ( Posted on :11 Dec, 2005 ) | Total Views : 865 | Previous | Next |
Jack
A back to school poem
I bent and kissed him goodbye on the corner
The happy school path kissed his little soles
His bobbing heels wave merrily back to me
This baby who was tugged resisting from my body
Skips up the path at his own pace
Books he can read bouncing on his small back
All the world's knowledge bouncing on his small back
Ideas as big as trees rushing from his forehead
Remote control devices for climbing beanstalks
Ingenious ways to end famine and war
His sweet voice piping non-stop, so I can barely sense
The overhanging Giant's vile oaths, wafted down on odious breath.
Written By : Sarbjeet Singh
