Granny Writes

People! Each one a warring island!
Like kids they fight
But do they mend it like kids?
I know you are one of ‘em
You know something?
I am them too.
Come let’s fight and survive
The vulture beaks seeking flesh
The earth that thirsts for blood.
Let’s plot against each other
You are young and agile
I am old and wise
Let’s fight till one of us die
But be careful! War is never fair.

Indian Coffee House

Warm winters are here to be sold
Cool sun to be tucked in your purse
Take home coffee and lemonade.
Not for nothing old lady! Give
Paise, toothless smiles, wrinkled grace
And take our sweet lemonade home.