poem after the tour

The Exalted Trip

Sighs after the tingling exams,
Time for the bouncy freak-out,
We planned for a distant ride,
To scoot away from the haunting hell!

The ride went on…and on and on,
We danced on the way and flew in the air,
We threw ourselves everywhere,
To hold our teachers breathe!

The ride did soon come to a halt,
It was time for howl and shout,
Getting ready for a real knock,
Night party and the shopping shot!

We held our arms and felt the warmth,
Our souls did greet and a tear to drop,
We tied our hands and took an oath,
We’ll stand together and fight it out!
-Manoj Kelath

My train journey....

The Lady next to My Seat

The buzzing siren echoed around,
A creeping train in the station we found,
We vault across the ruckus platform,
Never bothering we are in uniform!

In the midst a seat we found,
Perturbed by a crying babies sound,
The first attention went to the “one”,
A lady with a fine long tongue!

She gave us a long white sheet,
And made us erect on our feet,
She asked about an address,
Only solution we found was to take a bed rest!

And so I climbed across the mountain tree,
Quiet alone and fancy-free,
I found in my ears a furious “beat”,
And that was the lady next to my seat!

The poor audience did frown a lot,
With no results for the lady’s shout,
She pinched my ears and scratched my body,
And I had to convince myself “what a lady”!

-Manoj Kelath