God Makes Good Things - Poem by Sibghatullah Khan
When my car broke down on the road,
he was sitting in the bucket seat, my little boy.
Almost five, he got edgy and said: "Why cars go phut? "
"It's the road, child, " I casually explained.
He looked away fidgeting with the school badge,
craned his neck out and said: "God makes good things,
Mum and Dad, Cocoa milk, and PlayStation but roads."
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