My father and mother

        I’m lucky

I have my parents,

They are very tyrants.

Father and Mother, Help me in bother.

Sometimes they beat me,

But I don’t take it by supposing it hot tea.

But sometimes I drink it,

So I have to take out this evil.

Then I think of orphan,

Who live life like capon.

They are supposed to get beaten by father,

And to listen poems from mother.

If it turns to me then I have a family,

In which I sustain life tamely.

Then why I hurt my parents,

After thinking of orphan, I won’t hurt them.

I this way, I get education,

My father’s beat & mother’s meat.

I live under the umbrella of their love.

So, I’m the luckiest one.