MY beautiful spring makes A whistling noise Which I find as my continuous talk It has bubbles and fishes and fresh face Which cools down the surface. It is my coat and umbrella Who helped me cross it one day, Not in a rain but as a boat. My stream of talks is my thought of speech Which gives a continuous flow. The fishes, bubbles and its crystal face; Are my thoughts, gestures and free mind, I love to be in a million times A mind is fresh as a spring is fresh. Talk Soon, Meenakshi B Krishnan
Our world is full of wonders, so why can't we be a little "WORLDALICIOUS"