A boy on a train🚅,
Met a friend.
Though separated,
Their school memories rejoined their minds.
It was emotional and fluid,
For how the time passed,
And they reached another country,
Was a time in lapse.
Adios!
A Boy On A Train.
Tag: Cricket
The Beauty Of The Night.
The beauty of the night,
Is that it is silent.
Though much louder ,
Than the day,
But there’s some charm in it.
Adio!
A Heavy Cricket Ball🔩🎱🏆.
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 Big Bird 🐦.
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!
See The Sky?
See the sky?
Ain’t it blue?
But to the one wearing,
A pair of green spectacles,
It appears almost greenish.
In the same way,
A man with no money,
Says its hot.
The one with it,
Adios it’s cold.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 