What’s there in a name? Oh, nothing at all-said He. Would you love me then, if any other name was Me? Oh, yeah…yeah…sure. I met a tramp the other day, at the end of the road. A small bit of paper, the broken end of a pencil-he could afford. I looked into the scrap, expecting a shred of trash!
The words were so beautifully woven-my expectations did completely crash. The handwriting, though, was a confusing clutter. I am in awe of that vagabond, ‘the tramp out of the gutter’ Would you respect him then, like you pay to the celebrated authors? Oh, Leave it…Let us go! We’re getting late. What’s there in a Name? I asked again. Oh, nothing at all-said He.
I am student and my passions are ever directed towards the literary front. I love rhymes and do not love them,too! I want people to derive joy from all kinds of rhymes as well as free verse... hence, I write in both... Hope you'll enjoy these pieces of absurdities!
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
I went into the jungle And what did I see? Bodies of soldiers, ours and theirs. I looked from the jungle And what did I see? Families of soldiers, ours and theirs. Standing at an airport Mom and dad waiting,