When the five of us met at my sisters pet-
Add to it a graduation so unique that it makes others look so meek
We drove thru the rain with ameet at the rein
Never were we down, be it
OH what a state it is to see
The birthplace of aviation that flies high on sea
The lake with wave which makes oceans seem naive
The maid of the mist about which its hard to put in a jist
A tryst with nature that we’ll never forget, be it life or death
The American falls along with its Bride
Complimenting the Horseshoe with their pride
Being amidst families was a delight for a loner like me
That give their love and warmth like a cuppa hot tea
NY gets everyone’s envy for being the Big Apple
Where the twin towers still stand tall though reduced to a rubble
As the gaieties of a fortnight come to a close
It’s the time when we get morose
Amidst such feelings there is a thought which I reap
That I have miles to go before I sleep...
2 comments:
Bravo! Each stanza for a different phase (U.S. state) of our trip. So you sing well and write poetry - how can the lASSes at ASU resist you?
By the way, I find it hard to believe someone with 200+ orkut friends can be a loner :)
The poetry is poignant
The words are intelligent
The trip was magnificent
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