Everyday there is one and only vegetable,
That ugly brinjal occupies my table,
Seems mother earth is short of others,
Or she is continuously giving birth to brinjal sisters.
I am running and running and hiding from them,
But they find me as if I am their lost gem,
My Lord why you want my happiness,my glory,
Or You want 'A Brinjal Love Story.'
The brinjal was never at fault,
Basically it was my taste bud's tasteless vault,
Which cant derive iota of love from that brinjal,
Or it may not be liked for it's qualities exceptional.
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A TOUCH OF MY EMOTIONS
PoesíaBeautiful, white and charming, Everyone looks a fairy with this thinking. But in my life there is a special vibe, I met a fairy of some different type. 'Mom' I call her, with a tune so nice, And always find my path with her advice. Always want to ta...
