
A beautiful light,π
Glowed orange and was very bright.
It stayed for a few minutes,
And then vanished among the sight.
It came in my thoughts,
And it was so beautiful that,
I was wonderstruck.
Adios!

A beautiful light,π
Glowed orange and was very bright.
It stayed for a few minutes,
And then vanished among the sight.
It came in my thoughts,
And it was so beautiful that,
I was wonderstruck.
Adios!

A heavy red coloured ball,
Was the birthday gift,
For a boy.
He played with it for a while,
Then he forgot all about it.
Now he is a grown up man,
And while cleaning his old trunk,
He found it,
Bringing back his old memories.
He cried to be a small boy again.
But quickly refreshing his mind,
He went out to buy a cricket kit
Now he plays cricket with the ball,
And has become a spin bowler.
He plays on weekends and has won a local championship.
He regrets for all those years,
In which he couldn’t play with it.
The ball is much closer to his heart,
Than he thought that it would be.
Adios!
A little sign,

Now old,
But painted new is placed across the street.
With the wind it swings,π
With time it collects dust,
And does get a bit rusty,
But believe me,
When I say that,
It’s not just any sign.
It’s a sign which leads straight to,
A beautiful ice cream shop.
Adios!

The writing on a postcard,
Is very old and ancient.
It may be a year old,
Or may be from ages back.
But it isn’t new.
The writing has faded,
So has the address from where it came,
But wonder of wonders,
The postage has remained the same.
And so has the affection.
Adios!

A big bird,
Ate up a tree.
For it was a fairy bird.
But the tree fairy lodged a complaint,
To the head of fairies.
Now, the head of fairies decided,
That five hundred trees be planted,
By the fairy bird,
With a solemn promise that it would never,
Eat a tree again.
The tree agreed.
Adios!