WRITING

In My Prose.

I wrote you a letter,

Which you haven’t replied to.

In my prose,

I reminisced that once you had helped me,

But yet you didn’t reply.

I thought maybe you hadn’t received my letter.

I waited and waited.

Atlast the reply came,

It said that-“My friend I am coming to meet you.”

Adios!

Poetry

Happy Birthday To My Dearest Friend Lark.

Today is the birthday of my dearest friend Lark,

Who used to play a lot,

And still does.

And was a king of the kings.

A true winner,

And the one who guides,

Is he.

More than a friend,

More than a brother.

A light which can never be extinguished.

We wish him many many happy returns of the day.

Adios!

food

I Smelled The Bread.

I smelled the bread,

Made fresh in the oven.

I smelled the bread

It was soft and nice,

Made with pineapple and cinnamon,

There were four loaves,

And the bread’s aroma spread throughout the house.

I couldn’t control myself,

And in a spate of hunger I nearly ate a whole loaf.

I smelled the bread,

And finished the last chunk of it,

By dipping it in fresh warm milk.

Adios!

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Impossibly Hard.

Impossibly hard,

Was eating the taco prepared by my friend,

For he can’t even be called an amateur cook.

The taco was not fit for human consumption,

It was not even fit enough to play tic-tac-toe with.

Impossibly hard,

Was to lie to him,

“That your taco is beautiful.”

But at last he spit it out,

And said-“I am sorry. I know the taco tastes like crap.”

Soon, we all went out for having tacos which were truly what can be called –“Tacos”.

Adios!