
A day for food,
Makes everyone happy๐,
The happiness is unlimited and infinite,
Just like it should be.
A smiling baby in his mother’s arms,
Is the one who is more happy.
Adios!

A day for food,
Makes everyone happy๐,
The happiness is unlimited and infinite,
Just like it should be.
A smiling baby in his mother’s arms,
Is the one who is more happy.
Adios!

A big balloon,
Made by a clown,
Went high-high and higher flying,
To the top of the sky.
It reached where The Lord resided,
And the balloon has remained with him,
Forever and forever.
Adios!

A boy on a train๐ ,
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 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!

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!