Poems

Very red lava
Odd fire sparking up
Lines of lava crackling
Crashing rocks
Ash popping
Never go inside
Okay! Don’t touch lava

The metal fence on the side
Of the road is of iron. It is
A superhero, it saves cars from

Falling down the hill from the
Highway that has been built.
They get exposed to the sun
And are covered in dust.
They stand here all the while,

Making sure that all the
Cars passing through the
Highway go through safely.

At the centre of the city,
There are four buildings that rise.
They stare at you with eyes
As sharp as the ones of a detective
While you stand on the cemented

Street below that was formed
By the meeting of
Four roads between the buildings.
You can see only a small part of the
Street for the other part is

Covered by these buildings.
It is the olden part
Of town. Whenever I want
A glimpse of our culture,
I come back here and get it.

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Cricket voice make me slip.
for that I make a flip.