बुधवार, आश्विन ५ २०७९
A tall-thin boy grew in the hands of mother
Father was away and he cared non-other.
He demanded and mother gave
Himself he was able to save
His shoulder and robust hands
And everything he beat as bands
One day a lost girl was found
Tony was taken hold to account
She identified him as a thug
He proved he was like a bug.
A boy said that his kidney was taken,
It was smuggled, and there was Tony again!
Mother left him and went to nunnery
For shelter and solace, to breathe a canary
It was not easy but compulsion ruled so
What would happen the boy if police know
Grow strongly social and remain not feeble,
Let’s say ‘no’ to crime every way possible.
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