πΌπΈ
The beauty in sitting alone,
Is in its calm.
You can prospect,
You can improvise.
Mind you,
This all happens in your mind.
There isn’t much,
But there’s a lot,
If you can work in silence.
Adios!
πΌπΈ
The beauty in sitting alone,
Is in its calm.
You can prospect,
You can improvise.
Mind you,
This all happens in your mind.
There isn’t much,
But there’s a lot,
If you can work in silence.
Adios!

Do you mind,
Writing a letter for me?
I am old and fragile.
Once, I was young too.
Address it to my dearest friend Robin.
The letter goes on to say,
How are you Robin?
How are the things moving?
For me,
The days are frolicking too fast.
Hope to see you soon.
From your old friend,
Josephine.
But that’s not all, send him two postcards from my old collection.
It will remind him of all the old days.
Thank you, my dear one,
For helping me out.
Adios!
π.
Hanging trophies,
Rarely seen,
Adornes the wall of a man,
Famously read about and well known.
The trophies are his pleasure,
The catch of his world,
He loves them a lot,
And glistens them,
Every now and then.
Well his trophies are,
And so is he,
But the problem is,
He wants to aquire more of them,
And how to do that,
Is a bit of mystery.
Well so is life;
Isn’t it?
Adios!

A singing Canary,
Is often a sight unseen,
For that particular locality.
But when the mangoes blossomed,
On the mango tree,
The canary birds π¦π¦ too would come,
And to hear them sing,
Was indeed a pleasure and privilege.
Adios!
ππΆπ©π
A cushy pillow,
New for the little boy,
Brought him great joy and excitement.
It was his new pillow,
And his best friend.
The little boy kissed his mother,
Saying -“Ma thank you for bringing me,
Such a nice pillow.”
Adios!