My Plaints Poem by Hrishikesh Bharadwaj
My Plaints
Complaints are more,
So bitter and sour.
For everything NO,
more and more, do ye know?
Wasting time the say,
also say they all day.
Painting and walking
I like with talking.
Scoring less is sin, they say,
Need you with full marks win.
All the day read they say,
Like my book amiable weed.
Dint't you guys roam,
Leaving your very home?
Did you score full?
So don't charge at me like a bull
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