THE NOT SO GOOD PHOTOGRAPH
A flash but not for a photograph,
And I can see the Sun shining during the night.
Oh my exposed soul,
Where do you wish to go!
Being an atheist,it doesn't fit quite right,
That why am I above the clouds?
How am I held up so high?
And what happened to the Flash and Sun?
After a moment passed by,
I saw others standing by.
Still wondering how did the sun came u...
Saturday 2nd February 2019 5:38 pm
THE BURNING HOUSE
Spaghetti was the dish,
He liked the most.
But a Day came through,
When he couldn't even swallow a piece of toast.
Mother tried everything everything she could,
So did the Father.
Even after numerous efforts,
The result was still not better.
Day came when Father had to,
Stuff his son's mouth with bread.
But there was something too,
Which even a Father co...
Sunday 27th January 2019 6:09 am
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