In nursery class, to count unto hundred, I recited.
When any cricketer hit a ton, always glided.
It was great when Tndulkar hit hundredth century.
Filled with joy, on listening the commentary.
Got applause for scoring in a subject, hundred marks
but I never drive above hundred kilometres my car.
Waited hundred days: engagement to wedding,
The mare moved on hundred rupees note, taking.
The bride was very beautiful, as everyone told
She was wearing ornaments of hundred grams gold.
Celebrate my evenings yet with hundred millilitres,
the greatest wish I have is, to live hundred years.
By time I would see my children as grand parents,
join nursery class again with grand-grand children,
Pass life, reciting rhymes with them, helping in studies.
My family tree would grow if not hundred, above fifty.
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