On a pleasing day
I saw a little one on my way;
His eyes were on the one who was nicely dressed
With a smart neck tie and the shirt neatly pressed;
The child stared him in jealousy
It seemed like a plate without delicacy;
This reminded me of my time
When I used to sing nursery rhyme;
I asked the little one, "What is jealousy "?
Like a voracious man waiting for legacy;
He replied, "Jealousy is when someone.........
I paused him and said, "Addiction connected to everyone ".
The end......
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Author's note- Second update
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Poem Parade
PoetryThis book contains short poems on random ideas coming in my mind.
