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Armin Dutia Motashaw
Poems
Feb 2020
A Burnt Toast
A BURNT TOAST
This morning spoilt seemed, as started it with a burnt toast ;
Asked I, " Mom, about your culinary skills I always boast;
Then tell me dear Mom, why today, this burnt toast" ???
Anyway I picked it up and most unwillingly took it along.
As I threw it out of my car, came a lady poor and looked at it long;
Cleaned it , brushed the dirt ; and lovingly fed a child small.
She was in clothes tattered n *****, playing with a ragdoll.
"Actually ashamed of myself I was then," said the rich lad;
He was ashamed simultaneously about his behaviour bad.
Parked the car he did at the side; bought some milk, toast n bread ;
Gave it lovingly to the child small n decided to this awareness spread.
Hurt never your loving Mom; n grateful be for the food.
Waste food never; even if rich you are, this is not a habit good.
Hence forth waste food, I definitely won't, and my Mom I will always respect.
I will remember and teach everyone this important aspect.
Forget never I will that little child, so happily eating a burnt toast;
Water, food , air, clothes to the poor are important n valuable most.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
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