Theres a poem in every flower,
a sonnet in every tree,
a tale in every lifetime
its just for you to see...
the house is almost full,
the rooms abound with chatter,
little feet are pattering away
finally, the time that does matter,
came to me
on a day that it poured with rain,
a little bundle so beautiful, so defenseless,
memories of childhood...
such a wonderful, hazy, warm feeling,
special memories, filled with love
come welling up, and send my senses reeling,
what would life be without friends?
they are truly a gift, that God sends,
helps to make life full of song,
when you have a friend to sing along.
dont look back,
at the memories that haunt,
the painful truth,
so dark and so gaunt
beauty they say
is being fair of face
beauty is unexplainable
its everywhere, at everyplace
Ive travelled many countries
met people white, black, yellow and brown
Ive seen several beautiful locales
but my India wins the crown....
of all the hateful things in the world,
one is surely liquor,
makes families fight
and couples bicker.