There was a time,
we used to sit on a very strange tree!
To-the-view, out with my bag of thoughts!
I set a mood to lecturing time,
but only to slow down our trashy days!
Looking very stylish well on a lovely seashell!
Who are we in Egypt?
Friends of all desire, compacted-
-with a ‘CARE’ syrupy,
more for you believed in me!
Catching distance with our tiny ears!
To a theatrical part of two marvelling Flintstones!
We used to whiz quietly from the joint,
to nip springbok green-legs of camel-tops!
Right in-front of the brave bar-tender!
Amazingly with his two marbles
glued to a balloon of a hilarious tribute!
Next to a Red Caribbean pacifist cruise!
Our souls got terribly-terrified!
For we were tossed inside a dark foggy pot!
With one blanked labelled ‘YOU-WILL-FEEL-SORRY’
...trapped for the rivals didn’t like us!
At the end, the spell deliberately ripped us apart
But failed to melt the bond of us!
On a solid ground, I would like to thank God
and His gang of angels, for tying us!
For- when they cut-off the silly branch!
We both landed on a soft! Soft cushion
made from a rhythmic fur
of love and compassion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem