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My Children Think That I Am Maleficent

by @Atul

O daddy, Why are you so Maleficent? O daddy, For our health you are Maleficent! O daddy, Why so much discipline? Are we not your children? O daddy, Why such strictness? Why such madness? O daddy, Why should now we do it? O daddy, Remember that you failed too! O daddy, Stop imposing your dreams on us! Stop being strict with youngsters! O daddy, Such mirth we do never deserve! Such unworthy treatment, why!
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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
Published
Jun 3, 2017
Time
1m
Notes

Not about my dad though.

Some Indian parents do it.

My HP Poem #1569

©Atul Kaushal

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#parents#treat#children#as#slaves#of#hardworking#nature#dreams
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