Three Legs
Three legs
Three legs feeble old man came
near my house to Knock the door
i was inside of my house
Third leg of his man alerted me
To open the door. i opened.
he entered also walking with his third leg.
He said"that's the sound of
my funny walking stick"
He sat with with his two legs
And gave a rest to third leg
He likes his third leg than his two legs
because its always with him
protecting him ever.
"why do i want walking stick" it's
Like asking "why do i want parents"
as a son, you are a third leg to your parents
sometimes they are for you, you are for them
They're depending upon you, third leg
Without third leg, They couldn't go ahead..
U.S.Aurrobindhan
Copyright © Auro Bindhan | Year Posted 2012
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