I never thought that we would be waiting in the bus stop to go to meenakshi bazaar. We two were just stuck to the computer games all through the day. The clock had already crossed 6’O clock of the evening. We wouldn’t be able to see a lot in the place but it was better than just being inside the house.
“Are you sure that this bus would stop there?” asked John, my cousin, as I climbed into the bus going to periyar bus stand.

I saw a cloud
Looking like a cart.
It had two smart
Deer without head
Ridden by a red
Hand of a beast
Who was so tough and cruel
And preparing for a feast.
He ate up a Rusk
And his head went apart
Which changed into a mask
With curling hair and heart.
What happened to the cart?
That had broken apart.