A Dancing Puddle.

A dancing puddle,

In the middle of the street,

Was very happy.

For that day no one had bothered to take a splash in it.

The puddle was happy until the afternoon,

When suddenly a dog came and jumped in it twice.

The puddle felt disheartened,

It couldn’t believe its luck,

But no one disturbed it anymore,

So it remained calm and cool

And the next day the puddle was filled up.



A Tune Which Was Blue.

A tune which was blue,

Made an impression,

Though old, came to be true.

It was composed in three ways,

To render a new lookout through.

The end result was dynamic,

Like a rising wave splashing near its the shores,

And with a thunder the wave came to its conclusion again to rise though.

The tune which was blue,

Remained so.



Flower Pots In The Distance.

Flower pots in the distance,

Stare at travellers miles after miles,

They look at them with stillness

And the travellers go beyond.

The flower pots have been waiting for someone to take them back home,

Still no one has bothered to do so.

They aren’t aware that they have been placed for beautification of the roads.

Soon, new flower pots would join them,

Ending their melancholy.