Proud boy holds his flag
His confidence grows each day
Parents smile at him
~ ~ ~
He loves badminton
Cricket is also such fun
Fast and full of life
~ ~ ~
Samosa tastes great
When the day is nearing end
He eats quite a lot
~ ~ ~
Numbers are his friend
School - he is doing so well
Show and tell great grades
~ ~ ~
His sister is mad
He gets all the attention
She wants to beat him
~ ~ ~
But he is too fast
He will sure grow up faster
to be a leader
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Wow! This is a very wonderful poem; it is very beautiful. Did you really meet such a boy in India?
Love the way this embodies a childlike eagerness to make their family proud. :) great work!
A delightful read… a cute tale wrapped in haikus🤗.
Woah, Really? How'd you get the inspo to write about an Indian boy..? That's actually really cool! Since I know only one Indian, I can see a little SK in this poem. 😄😄 From cricket to samosas—this one's a delight! He eats quite a lot, hehe 😆 PS: That kid wearing a dhoti is really cute 😄
I like this! I don't think I've ever seen a Haiku string before, it's really cool!