Memoirs Of Heaven
Ha!Ha !Ha!
A Child I saw,
not in the bed,nor in mothers lap still,
Can you believe!in the fridge chill.
He crawled skillfully with those tiny feet,
I dont know yet,in fridge who he has to meet,
Is it some tasteful meat sweet,
or he searcheth for a Pepsi treat,
or maybe there's friendly mouse he's to meet,
but say unto you,reason's none of these.
When alt'ego of God came from heaven's land,
A current of flammable deadly passions - through his body ran,
to preserve & protect that joyful innocence of man,
He ran!he Ran!
far from the world
From bedroom he bridged to the fridge,
finally he could breathe,
Solace & soothing made him sleep-
to the dream of heaven,from where he had been.
(A poem written at creative writing class of T&P)
posted by samar @ 5:15 PM
2 Comments:
The title of your post 'Memoirs Of Heaven' written right above the photo is pretty funny.
.... .found the pic sorta tickling:-;(though the snap was not taken by me)....sure its freezing chill inside.....though wonder what kidi's doin in there?
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