Aishwarya Rao
The path is a wooden slide. Falling. And rising each time it falls.
So far from the 'circle of trust' of a pony cart...
So easy to get lost in the joy of these rides;
That the hand seeks someone to hold...And I sing

"Polly put the kettle on, Polly put the kettle on, Lets all have tea!"
2 Responses
  1. for some strange reason, ur blog doesnt seem to get updated on my google reader.... wonder why?


  2. Dollar $ab Says:

    thats quiet a rhyming bit...a good one indeed