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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