Poetry

The Small Boy And His Father.

The Small boy and his father,

Would travel here and there.

It was there to go out on a conquest,

But they were poor.

They would visit circuses,

Visit all places of local interest.

In their dreams,

They conquered all,

The father was the king,

And the little boy a champion of football.

They were indeed poor,

But not of mind.

Soon they reached their zenith,

When God took them in his hands,

And he kept with him forever and ever.

Adios!

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A Route To The Bloom.

A route to bloom,

Is a path full of surprise and wonder.

Plants and nurseries are galore.

But the flowering plants in them matter the most.

Plants such as rose, lily, jasmine and shiuli must be there in it.

Once you take a walk around such plants,

You heart and mind both start singing a beautiful song.

The flowers in bloom,

Are such a beautiful sight,

That our eyes do feel relieved,

And the smell is simply scintillating and exotic.

The route to bloom is through flowers,

As when they bloom,

So do our minds, hearts and selves.

The route to bloom brings happiness and cheers.

Like a tuberose and sunflower blooming together.

Rose.

Adios!