We don’t sleep at night
in fear of being late.
We reach the spot sharp at 5.30 am
and gather beside the gate.
Then we walk, run and talk
to reduce some weight.
Then we do some more exercises
though we hate.
When we return to bed,
someone feels sleepy,
someone blames the fate.
But whatever we do,
wherever we go,
we make fun hurting none,
we are here only to celebrate
the friendship that makes us great.
Thought of a Friday-
Never ever dismay.
Dismay is a killer,
a notorious dealer
That deals in nothing good
And gets its food
in our downfall.
So we, the dismaying all,
While in a problem, big or small,
Should remain cool.
He who loses his mind
is none but a fool.
I want someone holding me tight
Cry and start a fierce -looking fight ;
For she doesn't want to let me leave.
But I, somehow, manage to deceive.
And escape her love-laden arrest
That cause a pain in my aged chest.
(The muse of English poetry while casting a spell on me forgot some words or altered some points. As a result, I am producing hight thought in low English with little sense of rhythm)
