गुरुवार, ८ नोव्हेंबर, २००७

MY 'POME'

Those Were Rainy Days

I Was Going To My Friend’s Place

When It Started Raining

And It Fell All Over My Face.

When I Reached My Own Home Again

There Was No Longer Heavy Rain

It Just Vanished Into Thin Air

What Luck! It Was So Unfair.

All Had Come Out To Play

When River Level Rose And There Was A Flood

As Soon As I Came Out To Play Too

The Level Reduced And Remained Just Mud.

It Seemed Daylight In Night

When There Was A Lightning

Having A Little Wink At It,

We Felt It Most Frightening

We Were Standing There For It To Hear

We Were Standing There To Shake With Fear

When I Had Returned To My Own Home

I Had A Bath With Lots Of Soap Foam

Why To Say A Poem, When I Can Call It A ‘Pome’

Which Is Ended Now In My Home Sweet Home

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