Fearless Leo Pourparlers

Sweaty Summers When summer comes, Dries up soil lumps, All day is bright, We have to drink water very tight, Either we'll get dehydrated,  In the sunlight which  is untolerated, Summer brings many more, Ice cream, Fruits and lemon juice soar. Cassatta, almond and butter milk, Cold caffeine and frost cadbury silk. Not just foods, But, swimming and playing with our dudes, Is also very fun. In summer we get vacation, So we don't have to learn. Though, we  play , Everyday, I like playing,  As it is free and there is no paying. Thus, we don't have to pay, So , enjoy  your vacations, And have a great day.  -ADS

 Happiness is nothing Happiness is nothing, But something, From which we smile, Which is sometimes recorded in our memory file, Some phone numbers which we tend to dial. Children smile on a mighty toy, Or sometimes be so sad and beg a single joy. Adults sometimes feel contentment or angrily sometimes aloof. People fight for their right, But happiness brings a light, To not to fight, Or to follow the altruistic light. Children are thr best example for happiness, Because they laugh at each sight, But follow the happiness light, And live with excite. Always laugh either full or half. And always smile. Because it gives happiness And the thing is that happiness is something, Instead of nothing. -ADS Copyright©

 A Day when my lungs got stuck The poem is about an incident happened with me from which my friend got a slap.  One day I got late, By hearing the time my fate got straight, My Dad picked me from the ground, And due to my perilous friends, I was roaming around, Actually, my football got stuck, I went to it and thought to pluck, Till the time came a truck, My lungs got stuck, Due to the speed breaker the truck got stuck, My Dad shouted on my friend , A friend with unusual trim, who never went to a gym. Thank to my dad that he didn't slapped him. The real reason was that, my friend kicked the ball and chuck, Then he denied to pluck. Because that was my ball, I went it to pluck, Then suddenly came that truck, Then my father kicked my friend and chuck, And on a beautiful flower tree, he is still stuck! -ADS Copyright 

The Shame Of School Game The poem is on the lakhs and crores that schools are snatching by teaching nothing. Teacher, Teacher, I need  a solution, No, Child you should go for a tuition , According to my intuition you have very much confusion, You can even go for an institution. And tell your parents to give fees on time, Because, fees reminders are considered like soar lime. But teacher if I pay fees to you, So why should I join tuition and pay them too, Because doubts should solved by you. Then what's the fees for? For the bench, school bills and books tore, My teacher slapped me and hit on my heart's core, I felt very bad and spent all day , Thinking on the river's shore, That what's the fees for? This is the game nowadays schools play? Just pay lakhs and rest all okay! they'll waste children's all day, And then say , studies are going on their way. Though, I found the solution, not from tuition or an institution. I found it online, Because, tuitions too take