The glory,
The power,
The ooh,
The aah,
Isn’t anything,
Without few basic things.
Health and money.
Adios!
The Glory.
Tag: stories
Those Old Days.
Those old days,
Those old memories,
Reminisce that times were once beautiful.
They still are,
But hope that they will be more beautiful,
And let us have and be our best.
Adios!
A Fine Spoon.
A fine spoon,
Brought for a dollar and half,
Got lost in the shopping bag.
It was for a small baby.
The mother searched for it,
Here and there,
She heard a metallic sound,
And looked back.
That’s when she saw the spoon,
In her little one’s hand.
Adios!
A Boy On A Train.
A boy on a train🚅,
Met a friend.
Though separated,
Their school memories rejoined their minds.
It was emotional and fluid,
For how the time passed,
And they reached another country,
Was a time in lapse.
Adios!
Nutritious Happening Of A Meal.
Nutritious happening of a meal,
Consists of celery, smoked chicken and honey.
My friend who is quite high up in the strata of power,
Loves it a lot.
He loves this hearty meal
And often sings along
And says “Oh M, my beloved let’s take a dance 💃with beautiful song”.
His beloved replies-“First let us finish our dinner,
Then we shall dance along,
The flute is with its master and the night🌙 is bright and found.
In the dawn of sun, I shall definitely come to you and sing.
For I love you the most, and rest is all in your arms.
Adios!