The Humidity.

The Humidity.

The humidity has been flying high,

For it can’t be touched with anything except precipitation or dew.

Well who cares?

The humidity,

Suddenly felt the need for its presence to be felt,

It thought hard,

And the next day morning the residents woke up to a huge blanket of fog.

Now humidity asked-“How’s that? Now do you all care?”

Adios!

The Old Man Said No.

The Old Man Said No.

The old man said no,

To any help.

To any request.

To any thing,

Which required his thought to be fared.

The old man said no to the all good things,

He said-“I am all alone,

And let my “self” sing.

Let the birds fly,

Let the world say hi,

I am an old man,

With no one save my friend,

My “hurting back.”

The old man said no,

To one and all.

Had one last request,

He said-“Can I have a bowl of ice cream?”

Adios!