There was once a proud mobile telephone
She could hide when a shabby customer came
“Tell that one I have gone on trip”
Another one comes
“Inform your man I’m still resting”
Another comes
“For me I want only my relatives”
Time rolled on like a ball
Then time so dear went for sabbatical leave
The proud mobile telephone grew old
Hair was grey, eyelashes vanished
And skin became wrinkled
Her teeth became yellow with age
The back became bent
Then the cry,
“Tell anyone to come
I am ready.”
There was once a proud mobile telephone
She could hide when a shabby customer came
“Tell that one I have gone on trip”
Another one comes
“Inform your man I’m still resting”
Another comes
“For me I only want only my relatives”
Time rolled on like a ball
Then time so dear went for sabbatical leave
The proud mobile telephone grew old
Hair was grey
And skin became wrinkled
Her teeth became yellow with age
The back became bent
Then the cry,
“Tell anyone to come
I am ready.”
When the day becomes dark
When the future seems blurry
And interest, on a sabbatical leave into extinction
When the vision of tomorrow looks cloudy
And the pain of today seems unending
Don’t break down!
Don’t break into tears!
Be strong!
Look back!
See the passion with which you started
Invoke the initially attached dedication and commitment
And unlock the apartment of perseverance
But above all, never give up
ABSOL
The thunder catcher of my heart
Went on sabbatical leave
Without awareness
Leaving my heart defenseless
Unexpectedly the thunder struck
Grrrrhhhhhrrrrrhrrhrhr!!!!!
My whole body shook
Unconsciousness came over me
And it felt like coma
I thought something bad would happen
But then I realized I have been struck
Struck by the thunder of your love
And I have never remained the same
Because when the thunder struck
I fell into the pool of your love.
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When a community is visited by thunder
all go out to celebrate, dancing and singing
yet the dance is one that is undesirable
and the song is one that few can chant
People dance on their heads with thunder
on ribs wriggle themselves in mocking joy
without adjudicators people dance legs off
celebrating with thunder leisure undesired
When a community is visited by thunder
lightning strikes across landscape all over
and rainfall goes for sabbatical leave far
with free hand the players show all skills
Curiosity of children and women starved
Those caught in between call their mothers
Mothers call their mothers’ mothers loudly
With hope that they can open closed gates
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