On my terrace

I’m alone on my terrace, looking up at the night sky

I gaze at the stars, the birds as they fly

The stars seem to form shapes

I stare at them while eating grapes.

A meteor flashes past

Bringing with it a great big blast

I wish I could run as fast

I hear someone calling me

At the same time, I am stung by a bee

Maybe it was looking for pollen

But it made my hand swollen

It hurts me, the sting

Oh my hand! I sing

I gaze at cars as they go on the road

A Citroen, a Renault and a ford

Their tires are quiet thick

I remembered my teacher hitting me with a stick.

I see someone perform a feat

Oh, I wish with my friends I could meet

I hear my mother calling me,

With a heavy heart I flee

Yours Non-Typically

Ajay

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