Poem 136 - Two days away!

Two days more, and my first blog anniversary

Will these two days go slow? Or will they go in a hurry?

Writing poetry, became of of my favorite things

Time just flew by, like time had wings

In a year so much poetry I wrote

Time just flew by, like I was on a motorboat

I will never stop, I shall continue to write

I thank all of you for bringing my blog to this height

Things went so fast, and it will go fast again

Time will fly by, like a bullet train

Time will fly by, like it is in a race

Time will fly by, it will go at a great pace

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

Poem 135 - As I Entered The Kitchen

An aroma goes through my nostrils, as I open the kitchen door

Spicy and sweet items being cooked, at least cooking is not at all a bore

My mother in her apron cooking, I did, that was when I first did cook

My mother tells me what to do, as I take another apron off the hook

A beautiful new dish is invented, it looks like a beautiful design

If I owned a restaurant, I am very sure I would never resign

I felt like I was dreaming a dream, was my cooking really true?

If I own a restaurant I will invent a dish, that is tasty and new

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://themethursday.blogspot.com

and - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

and - http://www.sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

and - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

Poem 134 - The road to heaven?

On the road, silent footsteps, walking on mud-dirtying my shoes

Shoelaces covered with mud, tied very loose

Silence creeps around me everywhere

The smell of rain fills the dark evening air

Seems to be a never ending road, walk doesn't end

To this road no bird, no person, no life seems to attend

No life on the road, a fear... is this road fully dead?

I felt dizzy, I felt scared, I clutched my head

Where was this road going to lead me...lead me to god's own place?

A spot of light - to there I did race

I ran there saw god formed in the now sudden clouds, he lifted me

Finally, in heaven? Yes it is god's kingdom that I did see

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 133 - Mischievous Monkey

Mischievous Monkeys - Maddening Mrs. Maryanne

Mocking Mrs. Maryanne by taking her mighty, metal, man made pan

Mrs. Maryanne threw bananas in a lake

But mischievous monkeys came back, for more bananas they wanted to take

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://thelaughtersite.blogspot.com/

and - http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/

Poem 132 - The single cup

A Large box, containing nine cups made of glass

All nine sitting on the table, being used each time a person did pass

Either filled with juice, cocktail or wine

All were used, all of the nine

Suddenly, a man drunk dropped all cups, except the one in his hand

Broken glass pieces and juice and wine was all over the land

The single cup containing a drink

Now standing on the table the glass did think

Should he be happy to be saved? Or sad to have lost some friends?

But there it stood, thinking of his luck and his friends ends

The only cup stood there, now not being used at all

Stood there alone, stood there on the table looking tall

-Gaurang Rao

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

Poem 131 - Facing the waves

A girl woke up, saw she was on a boat, on sea

Around her strong waves she could see

She sat shocked, where was her mother?

Oh! Now it was high tide - oh bother!

On the raft, she saw two oars, used them to move the boat

She felt cold, but all she had was her mother's old coat

She wondered how she had reached here, on water

Was the mother ever going to find her daughter?

She kept rowing, though hands itching with pain

There was nothing she could do, she cried in vain

She sat down, then got up to face the many a strong wave

She suddenly picked up courage, she became more brave

She moved the boat, just in one direction

But the way it looked, she wasn't having fun

She rowed on, not stopping for a break

She just rowed and rowed, though her hands did ache

She saw some land in the distance, she started rowing to there

But what happened to her was worse than the worst nightmare

Her boat hit a rock, she fell in the sea, she drowned

Suddenly it was just silence - No sound

Was it her mother who kept her in the boat, who didn't want her kid?

Even if it was her, what a bad thing she did

Parents maybe were poor, so left the child

Was it love, or was it hatred?

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

and - http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

Poem 130 - An Ancient Town

An ancient town, it was peaceful and green

A city that was bright, a city that was clean

It was one earliest civilizations , - the city

But when it got destroyed it was a pity

People used to live happily, enjoying life's every moment

That time, as communication, only letters were sent

Pigeons and Owls used to be messengers

That time carts could carry only rich passengers

Rich lived in houses made of cement and bricks

Poor lived in thatched houses made of mud and sticks

But in the city, cleanliness was always maintained

No thefts were there, so people prospered and money they gained

But scientists, till now don't know how the city died

Was it an epidemic, earthquaked or a landslide?

Till now it is a mystery, - the death of the city

Was it just a sudden, strange calamity?

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

and - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/