Fast - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Winter, the herald of summer moves fast,
People observe winter festivals with fast.
A woman observes with her dear baby,
Taking care of her baby is her baby.
Some babies do play with a ball,
Wife says her hubby, 'have a ball'.
Hubby replies, 'game is my bag'
Biddy says, 'am I your lovely bag? '
'Yes, you are my lovely no bar',
Wife requests him not to wend bar.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Fast - moving quickly
Fast - go without food
Baby - very small child
Baby - one's special concern
Ball - a solid or hollow sphere
Ball - have a ball-enjoy oneself very much
Bag - particular interest
Bag - woman
Bar - barrier
Bar - place where drinks are served
Wend - turn, go
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