Adios!
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She Is Pestering Me.
She is pestering me.
Give me money,
Give me rice.
Give me food.
Give me burgers.
She is definitely pestering me.
Take me to the movies.
Buy me jewelry.
Spend more money on me.
Is she mad?
Yes, she is.
She is pestering me.
Buy me onions.
Buy me ginger.
I think “give me and buy me” are two distinct entities.
Buy me noodles.
Buy cold drinks,
Something with a dew, which is more fizzy.
Buy me rubber band,
Buy me electronic items.
Buy me a brand new phone.
Again, buy me a new phone,
Then with 64 GB RAM.
Take me to Dubai.
Fly me to The grand city of New York.
Will she pay the air fare, hotel and other expenses?
Ofcourse not!
She is a pesterer, a leech.
A good for nothing.
Well, she is pestering me.
I have trying hard to avoid her,
But I couldn’t.
Who is she?
She is mind.
Under whose veil everyone works.
Adios!
A Third Time Pass.
A Third time pass,
Of Higher Secondary Exams.
Decided to be a graduate.
He graduated with full marks.
He even became a post graduate.
And got married.
Yet, the memories of passing his second time haunted him.
Now he has decided to become a teacher in his part time,
So that he could do wonders for his students,
And teach them the subjects properly.
He further decided,
To take up teaching as a full time job,
And retired with his head held high.
Ain’t so bad for a person,
Who was once ridiculed for being a third time pass.
Adios!
Buttered Bread.
Buttered bread is the passion of my dreams.
My morning simply lights up,
On envisioning it.
A plate of full of breads,
With a single layer of butter applied on it.
And if Ma puts some jam on it,
Then, any dance form will be short of expressing my happiness.
God, is truly merciful.
In less is his beauty.
Adios!
A Cake For Desert.
“A Cake for desert,
Which one shall it be Ma?
Shall it be pineapple?
Or Butterscotch?
Or chocolate?
All of these are very common Ma.
Please, make a chocolate truffle cake for me, with vanilla cream in between.”
Ma smiled-“Today I have already prepared pineapple pastries,
And I am short of milk cream.
Get me the cream tomorrow and you shall have your chocolate truffle cake.”
“Ma can I have thin chocolate wafers on the cake? Please.”
Ma said yes.
Can you imagine my delight?
From the moment Ma has said yes,I have already have had my chocolate truffle cake.
Since that moment frequently I have been dancing around the house
shouting –“MAAAAAAAAAA, I want my cake, I want my cake.”
Adios!
Before You Travel. 