Big flowers,
Kept in a loft,
Would fill,
The whole place with beautiful smell.
Now they are replaced with grand roses
In a four potted plants
And a gardener has been arranged for,
To look after them.
Adios!
Big Flowers.
Category: Uncategorized
Top Up Of Rs.70.
Top up of Rs.70,
Gives some data benefits,
And calling eligibility for around thirty minutes.
I don’t mind buying this plan,
Till the time work can be done.
But the moment the voice calling and data plan gets over,
It really sucks,
It pains the heart.
What about those glorious days when seventy rupees would get you much?
Well those days are long gone.
Now you need to buy big packs to survive your phone plan for long.
This is my sentiment.
Phone bills should be as cheaper as possible.
Adios!
Moisturizing Cream.
Moisturizing crean have been doing a lot of business since many years, but their development and growth has rocketed during the last ten years.
Now they are more in business, since keeping the skin nourished and supplemented is now paramount.
A moisturizing cream means a cream which will keep the body moisturized and healthy.
Keep yourself moisturized and maintain a happy skin.
Adios!
His Love.
His love,
The old one,
In a book,
Which rose from a poem,
But was not found.
His love,
The great one,
Would rock his world,
He would search for it,
But yet it remained unfound.
His love,
A care from the heavens,
Remained untold,
Yet he found his love,
In a writing,
Granting him peace and happiness.
Adios!
On The Shore, My Friend The Boatman.
On the shore,
My Friend The boatman,
Spends a lot of time,
Caring for his boat.
His boat is a big one,
Which he bought after much hard work,
Dedication and savings.
On the shore,
My friend the boatman,
Has fried fish with rice for lunch
And loves rotis and fish curry,
In dinner.
I asked him,
Your daily life rotates around fish,
Yet you love to have fried fish and fish curry on a daily basis?
He replied-“When I was a child, my mother would make the most wonderful,
Fish fries and curry,
I can’t leave eating fish.
A day without fish,
Is a big no in my diary.”
I asked him-“Which fish do you like the most?”
He-“Well it would be a tough fight between Hilsa and Catla.”
Saying so he left in his boat,
For catching the next load of fishes,
Which is his love,
And source of daily earnings.
On the shore,
My friend the boatman,
Left a gift for me.
A small fishing net.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 