Poem 252 - Junk Ads And Mail

Letters and other junk to see

Bank letters, postcards and advertisements for free 

Some important and some useless papers for me

Oh! Why can't these useless letters just be?

Useless letters form a different stack by yourselves please

Don't get blown away with the breeze

Stop flying, at once, you must cease

These junk letters never put me at ease

What a waste of paper these ads in the mail are

What am I supposed to do with college ads from so far

Or with the ad of the opening of a new restaurant and bar

Nowadays even kept between the wipers of my car

Oh! Junk mail, please  don't irritate me

I have more important things to see

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

Poem 251 - Supermoon Night

Her torch seems to burn like the sun all night

Oh! Its the moon glowing in the night sky

Those two lights, ah! Such a wonderful sight

But the moon is faint, why is it so shy?

Plane passes, what luck for people on it

First class seats and such a beautiful view

Staring at the moon, on a bench I sit

It's  so exciting to see something new

At the colours in the night sky I stare

Couldn't get more better, as a breeze blows

Enjoy this beautiful time, it's so rare

Through my whole body, happiness flows

Such a good end to an exciting day

Please let times like this come always I pray

~Gaurang Rao

Written for  - http://magpietales.blogspot.in/

Poem 250 - Yellow Changes?

A strange world I'm in

I can't measure this weirdness 

Funny yellow world

Cotton candy clouds

Maybe just mango flavoured

The sun has vanished

Pondering I sit

I remove my sunglasses

Everything's normal

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/
and - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.in/

Poem 249 - Sandy Legs

Nature's softness felt

Barefoot, I run on the sand

They stick to my feet

Beautiful imprint

Of my footprints on the sand

Waves wash them away

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/
and - http://corazon.typepad.com/
and - http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/

Poem 248 - The Wheel

I was walking in, these woods, one day

When between some plants I noticed something lay

Would you believe it? It was a metal wheel so old

Today, it might be worth quite a bit of gold

So heavy, I couldn't lift the wheel

So to look at it, I had to kneel

So old, so huge must be from a war tank I had a guess

But it could be from one of the oldest carts no less

The oldness deduced from the amount of rust

I was the first one to touch it in some time, said the wheel's dust

I decided to let it lay there - for a few centuries probably

After all it was of no use to me

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.in/