Allsorts

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This year
I got a few things
Most of them
Clothes
I get it
I’m getting older
I don’t need
A lot of toys and crap
But
It would be nice
To get more
Stuffed animals
After all
I may be kinda
Tomboy emo girl
But I’m STILL a girl

Everything goes in India,
A little crooked, a little straight,
Scooters zooming through traffic,
As if playing ‘Need for Speed’!

The tea seller says—“Brother, it’s hot!”
The customer says—“Give me a little for free!”
The shopkeeper laughs and says—
“For free, you only get advice, and even that’s limited!”

Here, at weddings, there’s so much food,
That lifting your plate is hard,
And relatives ask—“Have some more!”
As if your stomach is some big truck-trailer!

Cricket is like religion here,
Every street has a Kohli,
And when it rains, the streets turn into
A free ‘water park’ gang!

This is the charm of India,
Laughter, noise, color, and love,
A little chaos, a little ingenuity,
But from the heart—simply the best!

You must be the biggest, the boldest, the best,
superlatives are what you need.
If you want an Olympic gold,
if your dream is to succeed.

Highest, furthest, fastest, longest,
it’s what champions are for,
quickest, hardest, toughest, strongest,
tune your mind to more.

Hungriest, meanest, leanest, keenest,
but you can win in other ways,
friendliest, fairest, funkiest, kindest,
better ways to spend your days?

The leaders of families,
Of counties and towns,
The ones with the power-
that can bring a place down.

But it’s not just the place, it’s the people too,
They are the ones who are forced to feel blue,
To suffer at mistakes,
Lives upon lives,
And yet we wonder,
Why carry knives?

For safety, security.
Things that they have,
But not us,
Never us,
That’s different, you see?

But the rulers that cause this,
Don’t turn a blind eye,
They think it’s fine for us to fight to survive.

So just remember that corruption is real.
It is in our leaders,
They don’t feel what we feel,
They are the true mis-leaders.

Did you hear about the drama?
Well, it was a herd of llama!
Dashing through the streets so fast,
Breaking all the window glass.

I saw them, friends, I saw them all,
Rampaging through Holmes Chapel Hall.
Eating this and eating that,
Even nibbling someone’s hat!

Then into the market square they came,
Ruining everyone’s fun and games.
Finally, POOF! They were gone,
And the people sang this silly song:

“No more llama!
No more drama!
Let’s all hope this town is calmer!”

Spring is like a mysterious, magical magician,
waking up the world with bursts
of Technicolor dreams and life.
Flowers open their delicate petals
like they’re stretching after a long, deep sleep,
and the trees breathe out fresh, dewy, new leaves,
whispering secrets to the wind.
The sun beams down gracefully
warming everything in sight
with a kiss of happiness,
while the breeze dances through the air,
tickling everything it touches.
Birds sing melodies
that bounce happily from branch to branch,
as if spring itself is singing a joyful song.
It’s a time when nature seems to be alive,
playful, and eager to start a brand new adventure. ​

Snow lies covering the grass
Frost illuminates the bushes all around
Icicles cling like crystals falling down
Christmas warmth gathers all around

Wet, rainy, snowy, up in the sky
Saying hi to birds who are flying by
So harsh, with lots of rain
Sometimes even a hurricane
Cloud, cloud, how I love you so
Cloud, cloud, how I love you so
Love you so, love you so
Cloud cloud up in the sky
Saying hi to birds who are flying by
Oh I love you so
Cloud cloud I love you so
Clouds clouds

Winter presses its thumb upon the world,
Sealing the earth in silver silence.
The year exhales, frayed at the edges,
And Christmas enters as a patient flame.

Homes become sanctuaries of light,
Windows speaking in amber hush.
Time loosens its grip around the table,
Hours dissolving into remembrance.

We unwrap more than ribbon and paper—
Old mercies, fragile hopes, relearned grace.
Christmas is not a day we possess,
But a threshold we finally cross.