Poems on "Tradition"

With Me

a poem by

Saima Afreen

Remained very sad, the moon and stars with me
Wept a lot, the lovely spring with me
Leaving them, as I walked on this earth
The wind of the world, blew with me!

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Weather

a poem by

Jayati

“It is a shame”
Say the Gentleman from Great Britain.
“Cool man” answers the American.
“Merci boc.” thank the Canadian.

Puzzle the little boy stare at them.
He knew nothing.
As to what they were talking.
It was the weather!

The rest are out of the picture.
They camp a bit afar
coming from a long distance
Asia, Kenya, and European Union etc.

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