Little Robin,
Wanted to become a golfer.
Just like his father.
He grew up and,
Indeed, he became one.
But the thing is that his dad played golf on a golf field,
While he plays on a tablet.
Adios!
Tag: Europe
A Sight In Sight.
A sight in sight,
Simply whispers a lot.
Doesn’t make a sound.
But it walks a lot.
It’s sight in sight.
A figure,
A mystery.
It is and it won’t be,
Let’s see who talks to be?
Adios!
It Was A Play Day.
The rain is playing,
The game of cat and mouse with us,
The simple men.
In the beauty of the early morning sunshine,
Few boys played some games,
They played gilly-danda, cricket and football.
Then again came the rain,
And all went to their homes,
Without any wait.
All the day,
They played in and around their house,
Waiting for the rain to abate.
It was a play day.
The schools are about to begin.
When I was small,
I would enjoy each and every day before the school,
Now those days are gone.
It’s a relief.
That’s that and let us play,
Aren’t they good?
That in them we do belief.
Adios!
I Asked A Lot.
I asked a lot.
His treasury seemed empty.
He looked blankly at me.
It seemed that he had given loan to others.
They hadn’t bothered to return to it,
So, he has kept me waiting,
Again, it was made known that I ask a lot,
So he said-“I am sorry, I didn’t hear anything”
Adios!
A Letter To Write.
A letter to write,
Is my need,
Is my laugh,
And is indeed,
My food,
My happiness,
My bliss,
And for it,
I cry.
A letter to write,
Must be written.
It must reach faster.
My beloved maternal grandmother is waiting for it,
As the days are getting longer and longer.
A letter to write,
Isn’t a madness,
Though many are mad.
They harm,
They charm,
Yet seem absolutely normal,
When spoken to,
But you must remain calm.
Otherwise, their true form would surprise you to the core.
A letter to write,
Makes me happy,
Makes me be free.
It’s best to the write the letter,
It must reach thee (My maternal grandmother).
Adios!
Before You Travel. 