Sunday, 15 September 2013

Aadi Gupta


Poem on himself.....

His uncle’s eyes,
His mother’s smile,
His grandpa’s mouth,
His father’s style.

His cousin’s hair,
His brother’s dreams,
His grandma’s chin,
So it seems…

Unlucky little guy,
He has a reason to cry.
He’s not very unique,
Not even a peek!

                                              By Aadi Gupta

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