~MY NATIVE~
This was the very First Poem I had written when I heard someone praising our native “Koppa, Chickamagalur, Karnataka, India”. Sorry for Grammatical Mistakes. Read at your own risk !
NATURE IS VERY CALM, JUST LIKE MY MOM!
IN A VERY COLD AIR, SIT IN FRONT OF BATHROOM’S FIRE!
HOT HOT WATER, BATHING FOR AN HOUR !
EATING SPICY FOOD, SITTING ON A WOOD(MANE) !
PEOPLE WILL WORK, EVEN DON’T HAVE ANY NETWORK !
LOST THE ELECTRICITY ?, LETS DO THESE ACTIVITY !
WAKE UP! DON’T REST, YOU CAN GO TO THE FOREST !
GO TO NIGHBOUR’S HOME, DRINK COFFEE EVERY TIME !
OHH! ITS RAINING, DOSEN’T MATTER KEEP GOING !
JUMP TO THE RIVER LIKE A DUCK, COME BACK WITH AWESOME ROCK !
NOT INTERESTED ? SIT SIMPLY, HEAR THE SOUNDS OF BIRDS; ITS LOVELY !
WALK IN THE ARECANUT GARDEN, SEARCH FOR THE FRUITS OF MANGO,LEMON !
CAN PLAY ‘CHANNEMANE’,’CHOUKABARA’ ALWAYS, CHEATING IS NOT PROHIBITED OF COURSE !
SUCH A COLD CLIMATE, YOU NEED ATLEAST 4-5 BEDSHEET !
THIS IS HOW MY NATIVE IS, WELCOMING YOU ALWAYS !
