I closed my maths notebook and looked around.
veranda was empty except for those two boys.
"sri matha matriculation school is closed early.
Because Mr.munusamy is dead".
The dark fellow seemed comfortable with the silence.
i waited to smile at him.
But he never turned his head.
"oh ! Mr.Munusamy is no more", i realised.
I took my eyes away and browsed the next one
He was already smiling at me.
I gave a big smile and shouted, "shall we play ?"
"Is Mr. Munusamy really dead ?", he queried.
When I finished explaining my new game,
the dark one was facing us.
"Are you coming ?",we asked.
he nodded.
During the game, i stopped suddenly to ask their names.
Then i said mine."Brahmamurthy".
Me, Siva and Vishnu resumed the game.
Later i named the game "LIFE".
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I read 3 times to understand what u were talking about. Still didn't get it fully!!!
if it has any meaning let me know..
Cryptic. Thanks for your comment on my blog. Was the most interesting thus far.
Very intersting poem!! Keep up the good work.
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