The sun was lazy today,
Yawning to the cool morning breeze,
Cuddled up in the lap of the pregnant clouds,
Still trying to shine bright.
PadmaShree, Sri Jayanta Mahapatra once said,"There is something in me that refuses to die. It’s there, somewhere deep inside me perhaps. And this is poetry." The genesis of POETICbug was thus an act of unleashing the curbed thoughts in the form of poems. POETICbug,says, "I praise; I dare; I invoke care; You write, recite my glory; I am, Poetry." -Taking forward the spirit of poetry !
Each day a kind deed.
Mar282016
Sun and Rain
The sun was lazy today,
Yawning to the cool morning breeze,
Cuddled up in the lap of the pregnant clouds,
Still trying to shine bright.
Mar202016
The Funerals
It was Christmas and news from the hospital so rapidly appeared,
Grandpa was better and his bed was being prepared.
Our happy faces waited for his return, but~
He came wrapped in a white cloth, carried by his sons.
Grandpa was better and his bed was being prepared.
Our happy faces waited for his return, but~
He came wrapped in a white cloth, carried by his sons.
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