The Muddy Beauty

All alone she stood

In the beautiful green lawn

She had the colour of wood 

And looked flawless at dawn

This statue looked like it had life

Carrying a pot of water

She looked like someone's wife

Or maybe someone's daughter

The sun shined brightly

But now it's cloudy

And then it drizzled lightly

The water made her mouldy

I ran towards it

And held her as if she was mine

She turned so mouldy, the water made her sit

And looked like, she wanted to dine

A tear welled in my eye

As I held her close to me

I never wanted to watch her die

Such a beautiful lady,I had to see.

I Can't Write A Poem

I can't write a poem,

Even on Taj Mahal's dome;

I know one line........

About people drinking wine!

I thought of line, so many

But now I don't remember any;

I thought of lines, fummy

But now I remember money.

I know lines on fairy tales

But now i remember shopping malls and sales,

I know lines on horrible rats

But now I remember adorable cats.

I don't remember a thing

Even the lines I wrote on a selfish king,

But, alas! Now I remember everything

So I will write a poem on something.