Weaving a sweater,
My maternal grandmother,
Had made four sweaters in all.
All of them belonged to my mother.
They were woven gradually over the years for her,
But those are her happy times and memories.
Adios!
Knitting A Sweater.
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Hope Of Life.
Hope of life,
Is blistering with redness.
It is jumping up and down,
With freedom.
It keeps you free,
From all tensions,
For the time takes hope with it,
To nurture it,
With grace and humanity.
Hope of life,
Gives and pushes on the spirit,
To do more and more.
In the end all turns well.
Adios!
The Writing Became New.
The writing became new,
As it went travelling around the book,
Seeking new words
And finding the game.
The writing became new,
With a lot of hard work
And deep thoughts.
The writing became new,
With days passing by.
It shall remain forever new,
If it is read ever and ever, forever.
Adios!
A Decorated Wall.
A decorated wall,
In a house,
Grand and new,
Designed to the utmost happiness,
Of the house holder,
Has a fish,
A penguin
A rose
And a big heart shaped ice cream,
Decorated on the wall.
They are the four champions of the house.
Adios!
A Privilege To Sing.
A privilege to sing,
Is a gift which many don’t have.
While those who do,
Many of them misuse to such an extent,
That they feel blissful in it.
Ah! They aren’t worthy of even being hypocrites.
A privilege to sing,
Is a true gift from God
And few develop it with hard work,
But most of it sounds as,
A fork being dragged on plate.
Its just crass.
A privilege to sing,
Makes many reach to the recording studios.
Where they do things,
But the true singing,
Lies within one’s own self,
As singing is a treasure,
Not a show of fluency or afluency,
It is for singing.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 