Spoonerism Of My Life Poem by Nikunj Sharma
Spoonerism Of My Life
Every morning, the bed wakes up
On me; in the room.
The tooth pastes the brush
Room cleans the broom
Car drives the driver
The road on its top
Its Tank fills the petrol pump
Where do I stop?
My face brightens the face cream
My eyes make the sunshine gleam
Am I giving life back to source?
Is this spoonerism a dream?
the last 2 questions ending the poem, was very insightful. very plain in explaining ways of the human mind, well done
nikunj ji isko toh padhke mazaa aa gaya....original ideas... very creative...I will take this to my fav....bravo! ! ! ! ! !
Nah. So wake up and smell the coffee. You've made it. Cheers. Subroto
Yes, Nikunj i like this one - very clever! cxx
wowwwwwwwww what a dream yeh it is spoonerism or is it robotism whatever nice ideas -10 anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 11:22:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What an original idea, and so successful. The last line is a treasure.