Pop, pop goes the corn
bursts into a milky corn
marinated with salt and pepper
else with a sugary syrup
the popcorn finds a welcome
kids and adults do crunch
the oldies take it with delight
a savoury snack for one and all
keeps all in a lively call
Day: January 8, 2015
A cousin of mine
goes to the shrine
at the stroke of nine
every day before dine
as he wants to shine
become a gentleman fine
has other wishes in line
that of earn lot of dimes
write a few rhymes
the temple bell chimes
he rushes to the area prime
manages to see the aarathi in time
returns home from the shrine
I have no institutions
I do no improvisations
I have no introductions
nor do I any reductions.
I am an institute by myself
frame rules for myself
try not to break them by self
nor do I impose on others?
That is my outlook personal
might be seen not in books regional
a different thought not seasonal
do I seem rational or irrational?
Institutions begin at home
spread through, not in a roam
grow quietly like a psalm
should blossom with an aplomb.
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