The Sights Are New.

The sights are new,

The thoughts are old.

It’s life which is supposed to be beautiful,

Than the old rusty happenings.

The sights are new,

The feelings are old,

Lets be happy and win the game



A Little Bird Says-

A little bird says-,

“I am flying off to a far away country”.

Let me be free.

I shall send you a postcard from there.

If I find it suitable,

Then I shall settle down there,

And call my family over there.

Now let me be.

I am packing the suitcase.

Oh! My Lord,

I forgot my passport,

In case the officials of bird land,

Ask for it.