1ST APRIL,2004

First of first is first of you,
Then there are zeros two,
First of last is last of you,
First of first is first is first of you,
Now you tell who are you?
F-O-O-L.


Thirty odd days of merriment,
In the small month of fools,
O god its april again,
When wise decides to reside in fools.

Nature also sobs and cries,
No one know the reason why,
When asked she giggle and reply,
There came the rainbow bright,

Birds were ready to dive in sea,
Fishes went for paragliding spree,
Talks about fools were noise of day,
All gathered to celebrate all fools day.

Then one wise man of wisdom great,
Not known for wise deeds,
But very long speeches made,
Stood to address the men of foolish plans-
“o great of great fools present today,
I found a fact dreaming in day,
This world is full of great fools,
And every form of foolishism is art,
So dear friends lets sing and dance,
As we are brave to accept the fact,
That wise men stays on mother earth,
As long as a water bubble takes to burst…”

And he spoke for hours in queue,
Claiming that no man is wise,
O dear fellow how right is he,
Because no men but all women are wise.

Keshie singh