SUNVERDSUN READERS

I like it short.  And am pretty sure , Short like it tall. At first it was...! Pass! At second sight? It was not like at first. Tall tried to give it a shot. Almost turned to be a fight. What a pretty! She turned so fierce, pretty! Tall just liked Short. Something Short can see. Maybe Short did not. This is a good sign - Tall! Vibes! Speak louder than words. Distanced, off the doors. 

This is me A refugee in my yard Let me tell you the genesis They came, asked Asked for refuge in my yard Pay and stay As long as your pay lasts That is me. They looked green At first But as we continued Staying together in my beautiful yard They started looking pale and red My water become theirs Ask them before quenching Another yard owner has come Who be it?  The Gardner  The caretaker The co-owners Now a shield to the refugees I sheltered . They paid, stayed and started slaying. I see slain in my own yard.  The stay goes with the pay So does what goes around They have overstayed Because of my kindness I get blows asking the pay Eat peanuts and stay watching them eating butter under my shade Is what I do now in my yard. 

The troops. They look good and cool. Commaflaged and candid, Matching in groups Like elephants, Ready to protect the planet. "That is cool," The writer says. The troops  Aware of the dangers They are matching to, It is progress, no turning From the quest. The troops never give up. The battle never ends. So does the orders. The troops take  And never bend it. "That is cool," The writer says.  The writer! Just look at yourself You look soo nice And georgious, Soo charming.  You look Soo alarming And extremely dangerous. So them say.  Mindless, hopeless, ruthless And mannerless. So them say.  You look Soo selfish And more greedy.  So them say. Them say this and that But the writer listen to music Not to them. The writer writes poems But not for them The writer composes and sings But not for them The writer writes But let them talk. That is cool, isn't it cool? The writer is charmed and flirted. The writer is not a liar The writer is humble Possessed just ...