Oh how I miss December,
When the warmth of love radiates my universe,
As the little lights shine through the entire house.
The heart jumps up the moment I greet each morning,
As if surprises await around the corner,
Waiting for me to chant my wish verse.
The joy causes my life to arouse,
In the festive days like Spring.
They say it’s auuwsome to be here,
Diving into a vast ocean of books
With human fish swimming all around,
Trying to get the hook,
Devouring the printing bound by bound.
Young and old of any sort,
Submerged in their own stacks of books,
And they read happily ever after…
Pillows as soft as a dreamy lullaby,
Carry you to another dimension in their comfort.
Rest, and enjoy what the time provides as a supply:
The present being of your sort.
How we are always humbled by reading,
As we look into ourselves,
And discover our debt in learning.
So, always spare some book shelves
For more adventures found in well-rounded writing!
A pair complete each other
In size, shape, and color,
To make the whole picture felicitous.
Sunday – fun day,
The rejuvenated pair of feet testified about it.
The refreshed veins put the biggest smile at it.
The relaxed muscles now can repose.
The happiest heart is filled with love.
Mie Naripan (Naripan Noodle)
The local taste never disappoint you.
It never gets dilapidated by time –
Classic and legendary.
You’ll get homesick for the taste
And the ambience.
Just like coming home
After a long drive.