Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Every time when I came back from school
with inkstains on my shirt;
you used to scold me so much mom.
You called me a naughty boy and made me cry.
Today , when I lie silent on your lap
with bloodstains on my shirt ;
why are your eyes full of tears ?
Please don't cry ,mom ,
I will never be a naughty boy again.

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