Clone

a poem by Jayati

Without a trip and fall
You never stand at all;
Without a scolding of your Mom
You never tend to understand, learn,
“Spare the rod and spoil the child,”
Belong to, “The old school of thought.”
Irrelevant, how deep we love
Faults, we need to chide
Children are Children!
Mistake, rectification;
“Pardon.”
Our own exemplary actions,
“Practice what you preach,”
“Reap as you sow.”