Oh merry townsfolk of mirth and glee!
You have crossed the bridge beyond the sea
To a land where no one knows your name
Contesting to bring your town some fame
Giving evaluations & tickling some nerves
Finally waiting 'til the best judgement serves
Win or lose? Reflect your journey and you will see
No matter the situation, a winner thou shall be
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
Long Long in the distant wood
A crippled man by the river stood
He wished to create a life where
Roses are red, violets are blue
And the sunshine heals all his wounds
3 friends pointed to seek a space
Where transformation is the name of the game
He decided to play and give it a shot
After all what choice has he got
At the rendezvous, a sage emerged
Three and a half days he gave his word
The rosy picture he came to seek
Was shattered before he took a peek
After all water is wet, rocks are hard
A blank canvas stood before him
With a possibility of new colour and art
The truth dawns as he exits the forest gates
He must go to Chandanwadi where Moti awaits
Long Long in the distant woods
A stupid, idiot by the river stood.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC