When it gets dark and lonely,
and its always freaking cold only.
You are thinking of sunny days,
but God has her funny ways,
The snow outsite climbs in inches,
maa kasam the thandi pinches.
All you crave is chai-garam,
but your spirit is totally naram.
East coast, about its culture, does boast,
chaila, now you are dreaming of the west coast?
Anyhow, I can totally relate to you. Its freaking 75 F here on the west coast today. I am thinking of putting on my shorts and going for a jog. Ah, the good life.
4 comments:
1) I hate you
2) I would've liked that poem and given you props for writing it if i didn't hate you.
Thanks. I try to help.
haha..thanks for those kind words...
p.s. good poem!...
Thanks. I feel the love.
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