I love to eat fish, relish more on fish fry With pakhal atlunch on Sunday summer For such a day, my son killed a big fish Of my aquarium; shocked, I slapped him severely.
So deadly blind to the liveliness on store, How can a child be so hungry of insane taste? I was baffled to discover the pitiless behavior; Won’t he drink away all my blood in future?
My wife disputed my apprehension Like an Indian mother, beat her forehead Cried 'my child!, my child!’ making a rain of utensils Like mother like son, I was left all alone.
I had time to sit in silence. Then my mother came To add "Stupid! You love your aquarium so dearly But have you ever cared for God’s aquarium? No slapping, you need to be thrashed thoroughly."