Day 16- (16th April)
You're feeling under the weather, so you put the teapot on. Soon it starts
to scream. Write a poem about the sound of a whistling teapot.
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Rainy day! Rainy day!
It is rainy day.
for some: it's a romantic season,
i don't even see a logical reason,
so, why should we call
this gloomy weather—
a romantic atmosphere?
well, it's about those people
who thought this is the moment, where they should just enjoy the weather, by looking at the
gloomy sky or the raindrops.
hence, i don't find any reason,
to list this gloomy season
to my favouritism.
feeling like out of the weather, i thought to make myself a cup of tea.
but the real outburst is yet
to happen, when I just put
the teapot on the stove.
just when I put the lighter,
it starts to scream, out of wonder.
"Oh, my dear! Please put me off!
As I am already too hot."
but you can't be!
i have only put you now.
so, there is no question of
your being: too hot!
"I was! I was. You didn't notice it, as your were too engrossed in cursing out the nature."
what kind of rubbish is that?
now don't make me wait
too longer, just start to boil.
and just like that,
ladies and gentlemen,
my teapot started to whistle,
to push me back out of my imagination,
this was just an illusion.
I laugh at my own silliness,
and make myself a cup of tea,
with no much sugar,
just some milk.
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I do suck at humor. )):