My poor boy aged nine,
Whose figure is like a beautiful swine
You don’t know what the world is
You do what is told by your miss
Ananthi-your maid at school,
She knows every nook of your mind pool.
Nobody can do such a sincere work as she does
Who loves and admires at your gloss.
I wonder why didn’t the God
Create all the human bode
Just as this boy Esanan?
Then this world will be the Garden of Eden!
-Rujah
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