Poetry

A Small Part.

A boy had a small part in a drama company.

He would work there as an apprentice.

He was called Bob.

Bob became my friend.

His mother and father were both actors,

And there was an elephant in the zoo,

Who was quite famous.

Bob asked his parents to take him to the zoo on his birthday.

His parents agreed.

I didn’t tell him that the man of the zoo was my friend.

When Bob’s birthday arrived,

He didn’t know that he was in for a surprise.

He went there with his parents,

But the exhibit where the elephant was usually kept was empty.

Bob was about to look crest fallen,

When he heard the trumpet sound from his back.

Bob turned back and saw that the elephant was wearing a birthday cap,

And had extended his trunk to wish Bob a happy birthday.

A big party had been arranged at the zoo.

The giraffe, the birds,

The lions, the tigers,

Each and everyone chimed him to wish him a happy birthday.

The elephant chomped on a bunch of bananas,

And after a while he was taken back to his exhibit.

Bob had his best birthday ever.

He went to become a zoo keeper himself.

Adios!

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Poetry

From The Corner Of The Earth.

From the corner of the earth,

My friend,

Sir Lark,

Called me out.

Said-“My friend, I am here.

It’s all well and good.”

I replied-“How are you my old friend?

Did you have doughnuts for breakfast this morning?”

He simply chuckled and said-“Are you kidding me?

I am the doughnut man. Anytime.Everytime.”

I asked him to send some cinnamon doughnuts over to us.

He said-“Already done. I have opened a new shop near my home.Are you all coming?

 Or shall I come?”

I replied-“I don’t know the way. Come and pick us up.”

He said-“I will.”

Adios!

Poetry

A Silver Wrapper.

A silver wrapper,

Is a precious gift.

From a small chocolate,

Which it had wrapped.

Unbelievably small,

Yet Ma made a beautiful butterfly out of it.

It had wings.

I was in wonder.

I tried to make one,

The final product was a gross work.

To make it finely I needed to hone my talent.

But Ma’s butterfly was wonderful.

I wished that it’s wings would flap,

And it would go around the room.

I have kept it with me.

In my dreams that following night,

I saw that God had given it life,

And it was going all over the fairy world.

Adios!

Poetry

Did You Paint?

This morning did you paint?

The painting a tinge of red and yellow.

Did you paint?

The big dome blue and white?

Did you paint the murals?

With love and warmth,

As you have painted a small baby,

Lulling in his mother’s arms.

Did you paint?

The sky blue,

And the night white?

For that’s the reason,

It’s black,

For anything that is white is black,

Are you God?

For you have touched my heart with your love,

And the painting in it is truly beautiful without any lust or dust,

Only the dust of your love and magnitudes of it,

Are the beauty which plays the tune of the beauty in my heart.

Adios!