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MAMA'S DRAWINGS : RHYME 87

One day, her teacher told Mama 
To draw her father;
When Mama drew him out,
He looked to be the Creator. 

One day, her teacher told Mama 
To draw her mother;
When Mama drew her out,
She looked to be the Nature. 

One day, her teacher told Mama 
To draw a woman;
When Mama drew her out,
She looked to be a swan.

One day, her teacher told Mama 
To draw Dr. Radhakrishnan;
When Mama drew him out,
He looked to be an ocean.

One day, her teacher told Mama 
To draw R. N. Tagore;
When Mama drew him out,
He looked to be her teacher.

One day, her teacher told Mama 
To draw her best teacher;
When Mama drew it out,
It looked her own picture...

Mama's drawings for the students,
Were each a fun;
But her teacher was astonished
At her imagination. 

- N P SAMAL 




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