THE MAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

Every week days i stand beside road,

And look left to right to rode.

I'll be freezed in the middle,

But someone give me warm by whistle.

A hand will rise with hope,

By clearing my obstacles to stop.

He himself burn in scorching sun,

To cross the drops of future soon.

I don't know what he get by this sacrifice,

All about pain and a days rice.

  

             In every life,

A man is there in the middle,

Of the road to give us our desire.

   

       BY   SANOOP SS.

                                          SPRING,THE BEAUTY

                Spring   has   it's  beauty,

                Coming like a big'slowly.

                The fragrance  spread,

                The f lowers shown red.

                The air filled with romance,

                Travelled to hearts,the palace.

                Don't know how two bodies came together,

                After   a   big  sunny   summer.

                Flowers are ready to get exchanged,

                With somebody who most loved.

                Children running in the street,

                Collecting flowers to treat.
                What will become of beauty,

                If spring doesn't come like a scooty?!!        

                                                                                BY   SANOOP S S