This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
Covered in dust,
Is an old figurine,
Brought by my maternal grandfather.
He had given it to my mother and said-“Keep it safely.”
Now that figurine is old,
And often needs much care.
It is heritage,
Which makes it glow,
And love, which cares for it.
Adios!
The gastarbeiter,
Was welcomed by all,
Loved by all,
And appreciated by all.
His work was his gusto,
His humble nature,
A big win attitude.
He was the gastarbeiter respected by all,
And made the new land,
His new home.
The old homeland remembered him,
And he also remembered it,
Somedays there were tears in his eyes,
And few days cheer,
The gastarbeiter was a big champion of hearts,
And like a person on a sojourn,
He returned home,
Four years after.
The city in his homeland had changed,
The villages had become modern,
But his old house was the very same,
Which brought the warmth, happiness and cheer in his heart again.
The hearth longed for his presence,
His Ma and Baba,
Were waiting for him,
Now he wasn’t a gastarbeiter,
But a son,
In his homeland again.
Adios!
The duckling wanted a cake.
It went quack, quack,
“Ma, can I have a piece of a big cake?”
The duckling’s mother-“Definitely yes.But for that we need to visit the city.”
“Ma, when can we visit the city?”
“Well, when your exams get over, then we shall go.”
When the exams got over,
The duckling had forgotten all about the cake by then,
But it’s mother remembered.”
One fine morning,
When the duckling was going quack, quack, quack in the water,
The duckling’s mother popped her head out the water,
And presented her son with a big cake.
Her son was so happy,
That it went yippee around the waters.
Later there was a big celebration,
And everyone enjoyed the cake a lot.
Adios!
The capital of Togo is Lome.
Adios!
Not all are for it.
It is said to better keep quiet.
Blah, blah, blah,
Chat, chat,chat,
Eagerness to say something,
Is prevalent in many.
And without any solid basis,
They speak out.
Non stop goes on their record.
They harp and harp until and unless,
Tiredness comes over them.
Eager to say,
Often falls them in a soup,
Which is only murky.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 