Treasure Island

sudhanshu shekhar


Robbery


Freeze stop, world ha, ha...
Time, no watch,
Knock at the door,
Splash side,
Crunchy tasty,
Wait at the toe of leaf,
Is that a boom?
Mistake,
The robbery,
Theta was doing the mistake,
Everyone was helpless,
Numerical were asking question,
The probing log,
The sympathy of beta,
Failure of triangle rule,
Every numerator were switched off
The math book was upset,
Sudden the fun begin,
It’s a beginning of New Year,
The fun begin,
So far about tragedy,
The geometry police was chasing the theta,
So theta arrested.
World ha-ha…

Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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The poem robbery is written on the ocassion of New year.

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