After the raving applause for my first travel poem, here is another one:
When I was in Mumbai I wanted to meet with a guy called Kai, but he did not reply.
Contrary to what should happen, the poetry is getting worse, not better. I will peacefully put this project to sleep soon.
Hey, ya gotta keep swingin’, or you’ll never get better at it! Besides, do you think the great writers ALWAYS struck gold? ;)
yes I guess this one wudnt get u much hits but see u still get some :)