SHINCHAN: THE MISCHIEVOUS CHARM OF INDIAN HOMES

In a town called Kasukabe, a legend did rise,

With eyebrows so thick and mischievous eyes.

From infants in cradles with gums oh-so-bare,

To old folks in rockers, with not a tooth to spare.


"Yeh ladka toh kamaal hai," the parents would say,

When he’d moonwalk through the kitchen, in a most cheeky way.

From diapers to dentures, all ages unite,

In fits of giggles, from morning to night.

"Yeh toh bilkul filmy hai," Grandpa declares,

As Shinchan’s drama unfolds, catching everyone unawares.


Sarcasm is his shield, Wit his trusty blade,

In the game of humor, he's got it made.

Masoomiyat ka natak hai,” some critics might chide,

But even they chuckle, unable to hide.

From his ‘butt-butt dance’ to his random spree,

He’s the comedian we all wish to be.


Even the Dadi who knits by the light of the moon, 

Can't help but giggle when Shinchan's in tune. 

“Yeh bacha toh bahut smart hai,” she finally admits, 

As he outsmarts Hiro, in clever little skits.

At weddings, where chaos is part of the scene, 

Shinchan's antics are a hit, like butter on parathas, so keen. 


Kids imitate his dance, causing uproarious cheer, 

“Shaadi mein bhi Shinchan!” they shout far and near.

And in schools, where discipline reigns supreme, 

Shinchan’s adventures fuel every kid's dream. 

“Homework toh gaya tel lene,” they cheekily say,

 As they channel Shinchan, and laugh through the day.


Shinchan, the eternal star,

Who reminds us of all just how fun life’s quirks are.

From toothless tots to the toothless old,

You’re everyone’s favorite, a joy to behold.






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