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Feb 2020
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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