My child is no genius, he is simply average
Are marks and degrees the only means to gauge?
He draws so well, he can paint his mind
He is virtuous, noble and very kind
He is updated about the current affairs
Through his telescope at the stars he stares
He is a great chef, he makes lovely tea
He teaches orphans after office, for free
He follows football, and is a basketball player
He just made a sketch of the city mayor
He wants to learn dance, yet to decide which form
He is learning languages, you know ‘Madre’ means mom
When he acts on the stage, you can’t help but applause
He pens articles, poems, seldom with flaws
On weekends he participates in social initiatives
The list goes on, he is energetically creative
Your doubt is right, how can my son be so talented?
But these are the voices of all the moms who relented
All the moms who accept, “Yes my child is average.”
Coz marks and degrees are no means to gauge
So nicely depicted Neha!!! I just love to read your poems and always look forward for the next one:)
Very well written.You bring out the reality of day to day life through your amazing blogs.Keep it up Neha.Looking forward to many more from you .