Valentine's Day Blues

(I present before you once again that lovely poem I wrote for Valentine's Day. I had composed it literally overnight for the Bandra Buzz, our local newspaper.)

Tears streamed down his face again

As Valentine’s Day approached;

For on that day a year ago

David’s heart had been crushed.



His Valentine had ditched him then

And mated with his foe;

It had taken him a really long time

To recover from this blow.



So, David vowed to shun this day

But Fate had other plans,

For he consented to a Blind Date theme:

A dinner and a dance.



And there she was in front of him

A damsel blessed with grace;

‘Twas her smile our hero loved the best

It beautified her face.



They strolled out together arm in arm,

Two strangers so in love;

He whispered sweet nothings to her

Then presented a clay dove.



“Take this bird and remember me,”

 David told his Valentine;

“For I shall be forever yours,

And, my dear, you shall be mine.”

An Ode to a Lizard

O, pretty little lizard
Sitting on my wall,
Sometimes in my bedroom,
Sometimes in  my hall.

We don't require any pesticides
With you loitering about,
'Cause you kill all the cockroaches,
And make the ants move out.

People always admire cats and dogs
And neglect you the entire day,
But this doesn't bother you at all

As you crawl in search of prey.

An Ode to a Lizard

O, pretty little lizard
Sitting on my wall,
Sometimes in my bedroom,
Sometimes in  my hall.

We don't require any pesticides
With you loitering about,
'Cause you kill all the cockroaches,
And make the ants move out.

People always admire cats and dogs
And neglect you the entire day,
But this doesn't bother you at all
As you crawl in search of prey.

An Ode to a Lizard

Hi,

I just thought of composing an ode to a lizard. Here it is:

An Ode to a Lizard


   -   Vivek Pereira


O, pretty little lizard
Sitting on my wall,
Sometimes in my bedroom,
Sometimes in  my hall.

We don't require any pesticides
With you loitering about,
'Cause you kill all the cockroaches,
And make the ants move out.


People always admire cats and dogs
And neglect you the entire day,
But this doesn't bother you at all
As you crawl in search of prey.

Valentine’s Day Blues

 (I present before you once again that lovely poem I wrote last year for Valentine's Day. I had composed it literally overnight for the Bandra Buzz, our local newspaper.)

                        
Tears streamed down his face again

As Valentine’s Day approached;

For on that day a year ago

David’s heart had been crushed.


His Valentine had ditched him then

And mated with his foe;

It had taken him a really long time

To recover from this blow.


So, David vowed to shun this day

But Fate had other plans,

For he consented to a Blind Date theme:

A dinner and a dance.


And there she was in front of him

A damsel blessed with grace;

‘Twas her smile our hero loved the best

It beautified her face.


They strolled out together arm in arm,

Two strangers so in love;

He whispered sweet nothings to her

Then presented a clay dove.


“Take this bird and remember me,”

David told his Valentine;

“For I shall be forever yours,

And, my dear, you shall be mine.”