Poems from long ago...

A poem I wrote on 22nd February, 2001 (a Thursday):

One Day at Zoo

[so I had written with a fountain pen, bearing Chelpark Royal Blue ink]



Do you know that one day
My father began to say,
"Are you ready oh my son?
We will have enough fun."
"Hurray!" I said with an obvious glee;
For that the first time he would be taking me
Out of the town, somewhere or the other;
"Mom, pack my bag," I said to my mother.
Just then my father shouted, very loud,
That condensation took place in my eyes or cloud.
"We are only going to the zoo,
Out of town? Who said to whom?"
The zoo was enough for the start.
But we went there traveling on a cart.

That day I saw there,
A funny, little, cute hare.
Tigers and lions were interesting,
A peacock looked very beautiful with her wings.
The day went by, and I saw a bear,
With an angry, frowning, frightening glare.
Just then an elephant broke the cage.
And it was the end of writing a page
Of poetry in my childhood
And I sheltered myself under a wood
And stayed there in vain,
Because of the fear of the elephan'.

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Now I wrote THIS poem on 24th February 2002, Sunday.

Now you know that one day,
My father had begun to say,
"Are you ready oh my son?
We will have enough fun."
"Hurray!" I had said with an obvious glee;
For that he would have been taking me,
Out of the town, somewhere or the other;
"Mom, pack my bag," I had said to my mother.
Just then my father had shouted, very loud,
That condensation had took place in my eyes or cloud.
"We are only going to the zoo,
Out of town? Who said to whom?"
The zoo had been enough for the start.
But we had gone there traveling on a cart.

That day I had seen there,
A funny, little, cute hare.
Tigers and lions had been interesting,
A peacock looked very beautiful with her wings.
The day went by, and I had seen a bear,
With an angry, frowning, frightening glare.
Just then an elephant had broken his cage.
And it had been the end of writing a page
Of poetry in my childhood
And I had sheltered myself under a wood,
And had stayed there in vain,
Because of the fear of the elephan'.

But I had been wrong, I now found,
Because the elephant lay dead on the ground.
One security guard was standing beside him,
He must have spent ten years in a jim.
I shouted happily, as loud as I can,
And just then came a first aid ambulance van.
But they found that the person shouting,
Was none other than the 'Poetic King'.
Yes it is my name, and it will be,
As long as I live, and then we'll see.