Poetry

The road take me to the town Where I passed my childhood, I used to remember those days Those are very cheerful. Running around the neighborhood Laughing and shouting with Quaker, Gives me a old good feeler Old town road is always remembered. Crayons are to filled emblazon As life to be with friends, Not with foe, I prefer Those are the day of beamish. Making love with sugar and home We all together make it pleasant, The time drives us far long Old town road is always remembered.                                              — Shantanu Singh

They say everything we passed From the time it starts, The all we had light and dark They say the truth these are. Black and white is coloured Remembering when it flashed up, We all should have to believe They say the right are. You collect them in albums To show the coming generation, Feelings are great or dead They say as they are. We may be disappeared from here Photograph will remember all, We die from pain or old They say it all.                                              — Shantanu Singh