Poetry : Voice Of Teenagers
Voice Of Teenagers
----- By Pushpita Sengupta
My child is horrible
All the time engages herself with the phone
Doing house hold work is kind of impossible
Why don't you understand my words that are so simple ?
Look at Nittu ,how well she dance
Can't you ask Rita what are her plans
How quiet and lovely Sita is ?
Why don't you follow the way she is ?
Don't go out ,stay at home
Please beta ,don't stick to the phone
Why are you so loud ? What happened to your tone ?
Oh I understood the real culprit is the phone .
Always online game game and game
Don't you have any shame ?
Nowadays you are in a fame
Just because on you everyone has a claim
To whom will I say ?
That my daughter never understands my pain
Do you know didi ?
My son ignores what I suggest
At this teenage
She is facing so stress
Ohh God all my money is going in medicate
But still she is not ready to communicate.
Hello aunty! Why are you doing so gage ?
Keeping your child In a cage why are you acting like a sage ?
Don't you know the reason behind their Rage ?
Something they are Hiding
You know very well
But at the beginning when they tried to say
Did you listen ?
They will not go out ,not they will play
But when they told " please give us some time " did you say ok ?
When tube light is a signal of the starting of the day
How will they stay fit ?
Now you say
Uncle, Sita can't be like Nittu
As Nittu is Nittu
Your child is your child
Why are you comparing with Ritu ?
It is parents,only parents
Who can cure this with little patience
Take them to a nice restaurant
And say them about all their talents
Then you see that moment
When your child will forget about all thei arguments
They will also agree with your judgement
And one day they will prove that they are brilliant.
It is very important for you parents to know
What actually your child wants to show
And after that they will throw
Their phone outside their minds window
So what if in their lunchbox thier is no meat?
They will not even look at thier outfit
They will love to talk with the people everywhere they meet .
