It was all at first , merry
What with red carpet and blue berry.
In his hand the 'To Paint' box shone,
And he thought of the red bow tie his son could own.
For it was the emperor who had asked him to make,
A potrait for his sake.
In a jiffy,brush and paint were out
Not distant was a cure for his gout.
The box he unsealed......
Oh!but to this he wouldn't yield.
Before him was the flag and the face,
The face which had deterred most of his race.
'Oh!My hand reaches not
But to the colours of what only my country's got'
The flag and the face, with tears, he flung
And to his leg something clung
A little hand that made him sigh
It was now stretched-'Papa,i know today you've got my bow tie'.
What with red carpet and blue berry.
In his hand the 'To Paint' box shone,
And he thought of the red bow tie his son could own.
For it was the emperor who had asked him to make,
A potrait for his sake.
In a jiffy,brush and paint were out
Not distant was a cure for his gout.
The box he unsealed......
Oh!but to this he wouldn't yield.
Before him was the flag and the face,
The face which had deterred most of his race.
'Oh!My hand reaches not
But to the colours of what only my country's got'
The flag and the face, with tears, he flung
And to his leg something clung
A little hand that made him sigh
It was now stretched-'Papa,i know today you've got my bow tie'.
1 comment:
Seriously beautiful.. but kuch kuch hota hai??!!
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