Thursday, June 21, 2007



There is a frog in my room
Throwing its eyes back
It stares at me.

My wellwishers, Hm…..
They say,
He is the Prince of the fairytale
Is he….?

His flat face and rolling eyes
Makes his slimy presence felt.
I kicked him out more than once
But he would always come back.
I loathe him!
Rather I’m afraid of him…….

I want to dishearten him
And he would gladly call him a fool
But his broad chin and closed mouth
Shows his contempt.

I’m afraid
Everything will go wrong…….


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