A Childish Trick

One day I see a beautiful toy,

While I'm going with a joy.

It's a queen with beautiful gown,

And a king with dazzling crown.

I wish if it would have been mine,

But my parents won't get me fine.

I cross the road with hopeful eyes,

Looking behind it three four times.

Oops! my foot goes slip suddenly,

And I fall down eventually.

I cry a lot for a small wound,

And my parents take me to playground.

Then I make a trick to calm down,

I tell them to get the king with crown.

That's the trick I make,

Here is the toy I get.

- Nishant Ratha