Alas! He was unable to make one crooked line,
Oh ! With ECG he was fighting for lifeline.
Often we take our blessings for granted,
Never enjoying, what he has handed.
Grumbling for what we do not have,
Not bowing in gratitude for what he gave.
Children tend to make mistakes,
We should counsel as our take.
The poem recited a touching story,
An artist mother, full of glory.
Always asking the child to draw well,
Reminding him, what did I tell?
Why do you make these crooked lines?
Draw them proper well defined.
Struggling the lad tried his best,
Painting was not his zest.
One day, he had fever high,
He was rushed to hospital the mother cried.
Breathing hard, he was on ventilator,
No, progress indicated on life’s calculator.
The mother cried all in vain,
The child was suffering all in pain.
Oh !darling please make one crooked line on ECG,
I want to hug you, please hear my plea.
The child could make only one straight line,
Telling silently, maa is it fine?
Understand the moral of the story,
Love your loved one, don’t run for glory….