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Poems by -Mridvika.K

The Misty Little Moon

She sits there pretty,

She sits there bright,

She shines there like a gem

In the dark night sky.

 

But hear her utter,

Not a single word.

She sits there very grave,

Always in a pensive mood.

 

Her tiny little cousin,

Sits by her side.

Too lazy to move,

Never a speech bubble between them in our sight.

 

Oh, how mysterious,

How mysteriously grave!

But then she must be tired,

For a light road she paved!

 

She sits there pretty,

She sits there bright,

She shines there like a gem,

In the dark night sky.

 

The Little Wayside Trees

 

The old oak sits there,

While the young lemon sits here.

And everywhere I look,

Well I see ‘em everywhere

 

The fresh tamarind seems,

To light up the whole sky.

When I climb to the top branch,

It’s luxury in disguise.

 

Better than McDonalds,

Is a mango tree.

Better than KFC,

Is a fragrant frangipane.

 

It’s better than the best,

Oh, lush greenery.

But best of all is,

My old oak tree.