Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Three shorts

When my mother
Went to school
She was the only girl student

Mother carried her books, slate, drinking water
Plus her own jute sack
With which she could sit on the cold floor
With dignity

Was the richest man
In the world
And he was very very happy

So happy
That he had forgotten
How to cry

The baby wiped her mouth
And hungrily asked her mother
Why does daddy have nipples
If I cannot suckle milk from them

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