POEM

Oh! Writing is such a pleasure
It soothes my mind a very good measure
It is lovely to sit there and make the words rhyme
Thinking hard and wasting a lot of time.
For some days I had abandoned writing
But my parents never leave persisting
They nag and nag till I am dead
But my poem earns praise that makes me blush red.
But I say to me praise and fame doesn’t matter
Hearing that my parents’ dreams are about to shatter.
One day when I see the advantage at last
A plan emerges and my heart beats fast
I will never stop writing I promise myself
My parents think that I am trying to change myself.
In my action my determination shows
My parents wonder where the san had earlier rose.
Now a days writing is a real pleasure
It helps me shirk studies a very good measure.