Children at home

He looks at me in question
She smiles at me as answer
He wants a little to sleep
She wants a doll to play

He complaints of time, short
She call to tie up shoe
My hand be hundred
Morning make the wheel so fast

Children rush to yellow bus
I too move on heels so rush
Charge me in spirit on duties
Who bear us charge less at least once?


School and home in its run
Streams always to mom their life
A smile, a hug brightens them
With my mind in moving joy.