A SONNET ON SUBASH <br /> - Ramesh Iyengar <br /> <br /> ( A sonnet written on my student Subash) <br /> <br />Rolls he a toy car like a kid <br />Eats candies, sweetmeat right below hid <br />Brings his pockets stuffed always <br />His large mouth now and then he fills <br />A glutton, nay a monster in food <br />Know not I, for he is no good. <br />Childish pranks in him so many <br />True virtues, studious, not any. <br />Eating his passion, sleepy his wont <br />To the teacher listening he can’t. <br />Writing, reading, learning, doing, <br />all unknown for Subash; for playing <br />Chatting, drawing, are to all he belong <br />Thus, the school years go all along. <br /> <br /> - Ramesh Iyengar<br /><br />Ramesh Iyengar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-on-subash/
