Children Are Bundles Of Fun
Children are bundles of fun,
Heaps of joy, mountains of love,
Hoards of affection, hills of kindness,
Stockpiles of tenderness and fiery affection,
Arsenals of flamboyance, vitality,
Hearts of genuine warmth,
Crux of tenderness, hub of nicety,
I like to look at the world,
Through their curious exploratory eyes,
Fresh first-hand virgin apparatus of infinity,
The Porter
The Potter
Dirty and unkempt,
she carries her basin
Waiting for customers
to call out to her.
Her feet bare
she walks hurriedly through the market
looking pale and frail
thin and slim
yet, an iota of strength has she