Freespirit Juneja

(09 Aug 1983 / New Delhi)

Thanksgiving


O My friend
I just had my supper
Wondering why I'm telling you

It was cooked by you
Lines of surprise
Oh they are coming
Your curiosity, swiftly running
Still wondering
Listen to me
And stop pondering
The supper was yummy
As if made by my mummy
Restlessness,
Ah I see it coming
Oh Your curiosity
How honest & uncunning
Stopping the tease
Making you at ease
I unveil the truth
The Supper you sent me
Of your beautiful world
of which you made me a pearl
Mesmerize my all sensations
Fills me with joy n celebrations
Oh I forgot to mention
That you're really amazing
In your absence
Even snow starts freezing
Sitting so far
I have nothing to offer you
Thanksgiving is all
which I can give you

Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Edited: Sunday, June 09, 2013

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