In the kitchen house,
A sound of vegetables,
Whose leg and arm are jumping?
Making a noise of freedom,
And little, more oral,
Taking a list of another vegetables,
Other vegetables are saying,
Please follow the hero,
Don't follow the others,
Making huge noise,
As no one is present in that home,
So they were enjoying the palace.
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A nice poetic imagination, sudhanshu. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks