Daddy, Your Brother Didn'T Give Me The Candy Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

As an young three years old,
I rode on my uncle’s shoulders,
He showed me his rice fields,
While walking to his house and the barns,
Another uncle was very pious,
And the product of English thoughts,
Neatness and discipline were the key words,
He didn’t know more than money and comfort,
The eldest uncle had the eatery,
He used to feed me sugar candy,
All my uncles were normal human,
They carried me leaving my young cousins,
To cry and walk behind us in confusion,
The children of the man of wealth are always respected,
I experienced this cruel message and a lesson,
When I was put down to cry and walk behind them.