Disco night

A poem on my disco night out of the boredom of life.

I was utterly bored. I wanted to live this stereo typed life no more. I had a job, I earned money. But this whole setup of life appeared to me funny. I called my friends one day. Except me they were all happy and gay. I asked one of them whether with me at my place she would stay. So came Twinkle and we talked a lot. I made a pizza and we had lots of maza. But then we got an idea and said to each other, hey, let’s go to a disco. It did not prove very difficult to from our house khisko. In the disco we talked a lot, acted weird, drank soda and ate lots of French fries. We danced with almost every girl and guy. I danced to my favorite numbers and clapped. But it was now getting time for everything to get wrapped. When all wanted me to dance on a number close to their hearts. I had to find a partner for the starts. But luckily I got one and I walked despite feeling dizzy. Nonetheless with the drinks getting on me or not dancing whole night I got myself busy. Now my mood was changed. I started to analyze and feel better and all said to me hi, you just rocked the show being a hi-if and beautiful trend setter. It all made me happy again, and with new energy, strength of mind and good spirits I started to love the life-game.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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