Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
It all started off two days upfront in May,
I just realised there are just two days till end of May,
For our dear friend from passions, ESP, it was started, tis true,
But many contributed, many surprises this strange game of ping-pong threw...
Moving from topic to topic, more than one hand could pick,
From kisses, to hugs, to dancing in birthday suit,
From nicking, to spinning, to swinging a good shot,
A ping-pong game that has gone across 99 steps.
While I wonder, what goes on all over here,
I looked a bit here and a bit there,
While this game goes on to June,
I am waiting for high noon...
I am neither a cowboy, nor a hero,
Lets face it, I am a huge zero,
Waiting for high noon, thats natural, me reckons,
Lunchtime lulls me, to get me stuffed, it beckons...
So till the next PING, I PONG !!!!!!
Life is like a painting,
That in an art gallery is left hanging,
Though many come just to look at it,
A very few actually come to enjoy it.