We who are pink shoes
we always have real fun,
always walking, walking prose ...
parading, parading ... with humor
Constantly we walk so quiet
for walking so much tiredness!
but we gladly adorn fairy feet
we don't complain of boredness ..
We put on our feet and show
elegant body set in glow
we are who carry it
to the prom and sample fair.
We flirt with black shoes
cute but unfaithful companions
oh for tragedy they live all day
silent and stuck to claims ..
They are not smart..what failure
poor guys nor for flirting
bureaucrats they risible faces
all outmoded, tied to shoelaces ...!
Happiness
Feel the way I feel the happiness ,
Love the way it seems like the likeness ,
No shadow of sorror no more boredness ,
Only love the way the life seems sweetness ,
Having so much couage and so much liefness,
Feel the thing as they give happiness ,
Positive thoughts and feeling makes energies
Hope everything makes seems so goodness
Feel and live with all hope and happiness
Do good and don't think for the rest
Do your best and feel the greatness
Love the way life smiling and giving courage to fight
Think once it is the best opportunity to serve your kindness ,
Love yourself and feel the love of your livelihood
Then you realise how the life is beautiful n blessings
Just reflect positiveness and feel all the goodness
If you feel then sure you realise what is happiness .....
Here I go again
with the midnight rain
late night birds twittering in their nest
I hear the whistle - the night guard blows
rest of the world - I see repose.
Here I go again
with the darkness that prevails
along with the glittering rain drops
caused by the street lights luminances
I feel the ease - the whisper of the breeze
rest of the world - I see in their dreams.
Here I go again
with the aroma of the earth
when the lives beneath egresses to explore their new shelter
I see them fending - the unity they build
rest of the world - I see leisurely.
Here I go again
with the flow of water
that coursed through the pipes to the drain
the wastes in there - blocked the course
I boded the hydra - the flood it borne
rest of the world - I see drouth.
Here I go again
with extreme eagerness
the time of night made me to awaken
I see the hastiness - opposed to the world of boredness
rest of the hours - I felt myself crying with the rain.
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