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Hot and cold


Hot and cold,

Both are bold,

But sometimes have a quarrel, 

In who is better!

Hot is smart, 

We will be caught!

Cold is old, 

He's very bold!

Rate your favourite!

Let's see them quarrel once more!

But as they shout, 

We will have to lock our door!

Hot is angry,

Cold is calm!

I like cold, 

But not in water form!

Now see hot and cold,

Do not argue!

You both are good,

And you two should,

Not...

Quarrel!

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  1. T.SrinivasanMay 21, 2021 at 11:47 AM

    Super Shriyandhaa. Hot is bearable for Indians and not bearable for Westerners. They want mild sun and bear chill and cold.
    But your hot vs cold is different.
    It between you and shripràdhaa? You are cool and calm and so too Shriprdhaa. Then whom do you men? Anyhow nice poem. Keep rocking.

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  2. T.SrinivasanMay 21, 2021 at 2:32 PM

    Super thought shriyandhaa I liked your poem very much.it gives the inner meaning also your anger is hot to others your calmness is cold or chillness to others. We should practice calmness to make others cool and happy. Good poem from Pushpa patti

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