Written on - 29 September 2021
Published on - 2 October 2021
Carrabbit
There used to live a little carrot,
who feared cloubbit.
A carrot is a carrot.
Coubbit is cloud-cum-rabbit.
They fell in love.
I don't know how, when and where.
It's truly said there's a thin line between hate and love.
Life is fair.
Mine
What's mine is mine.
I have never tasted wine.
I lie when I say I am fine.
When many people are around, I don't dine.
One shouldn't cross their line.
Though I have already crossed mine.
Some things always remain hidden between the lines.
What's yours is mine.
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