

A small thing,
A berry,
Red in colour,
Was found in a garden,
Owned by me.
I presented it to my Lord,
Who put it on the top of an ice cream,
A cherished it a lot. Adios!


A small thing,
A berry,
Red in colour,
Was found in a garden,
Owned by me.
I presented it to my Lord,
Who put it on the top of an ice cream,
A cherished it a lot. Adios!

A year which is new has started.
It is to be happy ☺,
Peaceful,
And lovely.
A new year 2020,
Let it be plenty.

Adios!

Did you seek me?
And watch the lights.
Did you ask for my love?
As the right to a turn to fight.
The left rested,
And got a win,
The middle simply watched,
And said-“I didn’t win”
Adios!

Writing for a pie,
For a pie of donut.
For a pie of love.
For of touch,
For a pie of bliss.
For a pie of reading,
For a pie of economy.
For a pie,
Which gives and spreads love,
Though a hand made pineapple pie is much more preferable.
Adios!

Did you see the writing?
Did you see the pain?
Ah! Just because one is a poet,
Doesn’t mean he or she isn’t creative.
And if you have seen the writing,
That means that you are a human,
Or waiting in line to be one.
But for the poet it’s only happiness,
As God’s creation is to be happy.
Adios!