Lav Khatod

Nature is the most beautiful place City cannot do a race

I waked up in the morning, Listened the cars’ horning; Brushed my teeth nicely, And wore my clothes tidily. I waited for my bus till it came, The bus came late and had a shame.

Ice-cream is melting, It is also tasty; Children think of ice-cream, That comes just in their dream.

A mother is a gift, Given for a child to lift, She’s the one to teach us,  To solve many problems that comes in our life