My road to my right
The only weapon in Mother’s arms I had Were tears and howls to make all feel bad My parents were irritated and very sad To calm me down ,tactfully tricks they tried ! Milk and water was all they would offer, While I watched, their plate with pizza savour! This was enough for my anger to tower! Gradually some cereals rested on my platter. With less salt and sugar taste wasn’t “chater pater!” Annoying still when glasses of milk got fewer! My growth was good, I toddler with support. With smell,I could delicacies on table sort! Reached for bowls on …