Sunday, April 1, 2012
With Strong walls and barbed fences,
None shall pass these dangerous trenches.
Outpost armed with cannon and barrels,
Will shatter you, should you try to quarrel.
Yet so tranquil and peaceful inside,
There is hardly anything to brush aside.
Follow along the soothing marble stone,
You will hit the mighty golden throne.
The king and queen shall proclaim its fame,
Royal Mysore Palace is its name.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Bendy roads and nasty holes,
were d trouble we confronted to reach her poles.
Hours of travel without any luck,
But at the end it was worth every buck.
And there she stood with a beaming glow,
In Joy, we could hardly feel the ground below.
At that moment words came out of none,
It was implicit that she was the 'one'.
-Mother of all trees
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