Tarun Agarwal
Let me smile today, for tomorrow I may weep. Let me an inch of hope,
I will erect tall dreams.
To gift me a hope you will have to lie, please lie so that I may laugh,
let dreams make me dizzy, tell me my beloved will arrive.
Tomorrow, the dreams will crash and belied hopes cause agony,
but the memory of today will console me
that my life is not all tragedy,
I too had a night’s stand with laughter and joy.
Kristin Kobayashi Mother Nature’s Concert I prefer a storm
over a symphony.
The clasping of lightning is a lot brighter
than any collision of two cymbals.
The tremolo of thunder overpowers any beating on a tympani as it calls to the gander.
The vibrato from a bullfrog is rather rounder
than any glissando from a viola.
The fluttering of a dragonfly as it skirts the rain
outshines any crescendo
sung by a cello.
The pluming of a mallard as it bathes in puddles mocks any pizzicato picked on a violin.
But watch out for the gander its blats bite stronger
than any trumpet
as it calls to the thunder.
I prefer a trumpet over a gander.