Poetry

The Bottle.

It is tight,

Very very tight.

I could not open it.

I asked dad,

He too failed with it.

Greta, Robin, Silu,

All tried and failed.

Came mother,

She saw the bottle and read-“Do not open in sunlight.”

“Hello! What is there in this bottle?”

“Cough syrup”-Greta Said.

We all laughed- “Why so?”,

Mother told, “Pleasure and pain,

Both are contained in it,

And both may vanish if you open it now.

And maybe after consuming much pain,

You will get some relief,

Which is pleasure.”

Now we are waiting for the dusk to come.

Adios!

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