Quay Street, Auckland, New Zealand
Three apples, two oranges
With a slice of leftover pepperoni pizza
And a bottle of strawberry milk too
His mother had sent him
To give all this to the poor old man
Sitting by the street;
On the Christmas Eve this stuff
Was meant to be his feast!
Inside her own home she had baked a Turkey
Four dozen Ginger bread cookies
A rum & raisin cake
All spread in a manner quirky
Also a bottle of champagne!
—Somewhere in Finland
After the party for the elitist was over
Santa Claus sat wondering
Who would buy him his Christmas gift?
Who would give his dampened spirit an uplift?
For which he had been waiting
Since the past 57 odd years
This eve yet again, he sat there waiting.
I am constantly looking for music in the mundane as I believe that “the world has music for those who listen.” A self – confessed people’s person, I love to read and write poetry that speaks mostly about human mind. An avid traveler & explorer, visited around 25 countries across different continents for leisure. Worked as an Assistant Professor in Computer Science in a reputed college in Punjab, India and now working as a Personality development trainer with a Bangalore based company. Published more than 30 middles in newspapers of national repute and three books on poetry and prose - “Confessions of a Happy Woman”, Notionpress 2017, "The Quirky Wallflower and the Silent Bumblebee", Authorpress 2020, "The Solitary Sunflower in my Bageecha”, Authorpress 2021.