Lunch Box, a Box full of emotions Lunch Box was a fantasy star Till I joined a high school far Lived with a dream of carrying A Lunch Box with a proud feeling I didn't care what was inside As long as I carry lunch inside Emotions remained the same Even when hands weren't the same My Mother had a special talent Of keeping me fully content She filled the box with lots of love And with a lot of care all above What all must have gone in her mind With different things in her mind "By noon my son would be lot hungry Hope he doesn't get angry He loves Dosa and chutney Roasted aptly and folded nicely Hope he leaves nothing in box Glad when I see a neatly wiped box He loves variety but there isn't much Remain fresh and loves that much His face in the evening shows it all His demeanour on return says it all Mostly happy and content (Read full in Caption) For me, Lunch Box Is a box full of emotions Lunch Box was a fantasy star Till I joined a high school far Lived with a dream of carrying A Lunch Box with a proud feeling I didn't care what was inside
