On the day after Easter.
The Easter Egg was on its way
Before it reached my table.
Someone Stoled it away.
I wonder how Delicious
And colourful it could be.
My Yummy Easter Egg was kidnapped.
Before I could even see.
My Easter egg is now missing
I have to wait for a year
Soon it will be Easter
And another Easter Egg will Appear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the news there were parents teaching their children how to be greedy at Easter egg hunt. Incredible!
Thanks! ! for the Comment & vote.. Its just shows that hope is alive...