Day: March 25, 2013

My Friend

Getting down from the bus
Saw my friend crossing the road.
Delighted to see her after years
Made quick towards the other end.
She is Sarah my dearest friend
who walked swiftly like a deer.
Unable to cope with her ran at last.
Run, did I with a difficult stride.
Not able to catch her cried “Sarah”.
My voice was in full blast
Yet Sarah went on her way.
Once again called “Sarah”
at the top of my voice.
The lady stopped in a halt and turned
She looked exactly like young Sarah
who studied with me in college.
Rushing towards her in whatever
speed I could.
Looked at her from top to toe.
She smiled at me bemused.
Asked her if she knows Sarah.
The lady broke into laughter
Held my hand with love
gently said that Sarah is her mother.

Tags friend, Poem, resemblance., Sarah, walked. crossed

Actions bad good Poem

Good And Bad.

Seeing through the eyes.
Saw lot of things pleasant.
Saw lot of things unwanted
Hearing with the ears.
Heard lot of talk cordial
Heard lot of talk rude.
The good and bad live
in peace and serenity
unmindful of the surroundings
It is for us to take
that which is apt.

Tags Bad, Good., hear, peace and eternal., Poem, see

Beauty leaves. Poem

A Leaf Talk

Leaves bright and erect
talks about weather correct.
Leaves green and shining
tells us of the binding.
Leaves fluttering and jostling
invite us to a celebration dazzling.
Leaves possessing medical ingredients
grant us a cure for most ailments.
The disposable we talk of now
were seen in leaves years before.

Tags bright, green, leaves, medicinal disposable., Poem, shine

Actions Poet Politics.

Politics

Post author By meenas17
Post date March 25, 2013
1 Comment on Politics

Eating with friends is a party.
Eating the entiriety
is politics.

Tags entiriety, friends, party, Poem eat, Politics

Actions Experience feelings Poem sleep

Sleeping Is A Blessing.

If sleeping is busy
what else is not busy?asked my friend

Getting this thought in mind
wanted to obtain a find.

Sleep to me comes
when I know not.
I lie down in the morn
have a siesta in the noon.
take a nap at dusk.
sleep soundly in the night.
Work all day makes you busy I told him
Sweating and perspiring makes you dizzy.
Sleep all day makes me busy said I.
Refreshing and relaxing makes me shine.
Well that be my goal all through the days
and none need frown at me everyday.

Tags busy, Fresh, frown, Poem, shine, Sleep, sweat, work

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