As a child I thought I am rich As I have a money plant To pluck my money from For my Rita orange ice-cream Parle-G and Coffee Bite. Every morning with care I kept my plant under the sun, Gave water ,fertilizer and with all my love patted the leaves, And went to school. I learnt history and geography, And I taught my teacher About money plant, She looked at me, patted my cheeks And said it is so not true. Back to home after school, With no mind for homework and my afternoon nap and gave company to my plant, thinking it requires love and fondness. I looked closely at the leaves If it is bearing my money? Days passed by But my faith unshaken, Until one day my mom said your teacher has complained that you have not been doing homework. I told my mom I was busy My surprised mom asked me why and how? I told her about the money plant, and my belief Thereafter she took me on her lap And explained me the reality. Reality was so different from what I thought, But still my mind was not r...
Well I dont write frequently, i just write it when something strikes and I try to give my perspective. I may not be right all the time! But whats the harm in trying? :)