Live my life one day ,that too on a scorching May !!
















Month of May !!!
May your curses go away !! 

It's burning like helll.
It's sweating like she yells...

Patience is what you need..
In all such uninvited deeds...

Blame it to your mom,
Or easy to your dad,....
When no one cares your crap...

For sun is scorching my head,
And daring to put me dead…

May the month of May , run faster like ray,
May the month of May , could quickly get away....

Sitting still I am!
Like an omelette laid on pan !

Switching on the fan ,
I hear the inverter crying for span.

Sun is scorching,
Weather is torturing …

Still , I sit and pray,
To my Lord who designed life this way,

Live my life one day,
That too on a hot May !!

When rain falls go other way,
and Spring sleeps at its own bay…


When cows go to shed,
When soldiers go to bed !

Enter my life one Day ,
Especially on a hot May…
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Rolling On Floor I’m laughing ,
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As I see my Lord running !!!

Comments

  1. Vandhana VenugopalanMay 2, 2013 at 9:31 PM

    "Switching on the fan ,
    I hear the inverter crying for span."-- I love that! ;)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. NivedhithaMay 3, 2013 at 12:40 AM


      Thats what I'm facing here everyday :( :( my pathetic state :P :P

      Thanks :) :)

      Delete

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