A Round Red Ball
Title - A Round Red Ball In Delhi city, Karol Bagh’s bustling roar,
back in eighty-eight, before I knew the score,
I was four-a tiny explorer, wide-eyed and small-
when a bright red ball caught my heart in its thrall.
It sparkled there on the shopkeeper’s shelf, Read more from here...
You’re my atta, my food to eat
You’re my atta, my food to eat-
every parent learns to use the child,
fulfilling purpose through skin or feat,
the reward they mean to keep.
Of course, every bud must bloom a flower;
they exploit every facet, every power. Read more from here...