A Big Short Story

A slow stroll feel Yet a friction that prevail Legs are so short And it impede a long walk But stomachs may calls from long In a hurry that stretches to thee Beside a lazy lady sat gently Looks as if interrogates the existence Costumes that match her beauty Creations that contradicts some times In a while she slips to nap on a chair On a long way he marches to labor Long steps covered in snoop Long lift carries some crowd He is the dictator of those up and downs Among that rush a nap that fulfilled Someone came to take her to palace What she does is a few steps in long breathe Humble way to work and eat Feed someone in that stab So as to conquer the slow facts Hundred ways that opens in dark Yet the laziness conquer in wealth Shadow side that mum sometimes…. ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.