Mar 31, 2013
My Pal
My
friend, A duplicate of mine
Whom
I everyday meet
Has
a terrible fuss of imitating me.
The
smile that only I can make-
he
smirks at me in a similar way.
I
bet he goes to the same school where,
His
teachers love to imitate
Teachers
of mine who are tired of seeing
The
mirror every morning.
He
shows me how ugly is crying
And
how a grin makes it equally beautiful.
He
is stubborn, I admit but horribly truthful.
Outdoors,
he lies at my feet and slides,
Where
ever I go, along with me.
Allergic
to light, he hides behind me.
Throughout
the strenuous stroll he
Rubs
the dust and dirt from the street.
But
there he goes again look!
In
the mirror absolutely neat.
Wreek
Kundu
Jan 15, 2013
Bookworm
From
its cocoon it quickly wriggles
To
the nearest book and settles.
At
the vast stretch it stares and begins
Its
first and hearty feast.
To
him, of the book nothing amazes
Than
digging through many pages.
After
feeding on knowledge all that time, it burps
The
fat worm then slowly climbs out and lurks.
For
another luscious fat book,
The
bookworm keeps a firm look.
Wreek
Kundu
15/1/13
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