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Neon Red- Benjamin Moore 2087-10

 Trip To Vegas

Shining brighter than the stars

On the face of the earth

In a desert far, far away

Is a city which is always bright

In visible miles

The city waits

For your arrival

In a break neck pace

Get ready to see

Many wonderful things

What the city had to offer

In bright neon colors

In the middle of the desert

With the sandy soil

Rises on an oasis

A big noisy city

Noises of cheering, losing

With clinging slots and shuffling card

Eating, drinking, and fighting

To win green paper

Drunk, feeling joy, doing things

Fun in all ways and types

Mistakes regretful mistakes

That can never be resolves.

                                                                by- Jayanth Rao

Where I am from Poem

I am from video games,

From Sony and Xbox

I am from the sandy field to the black streets

I am from the thorny bushes to the big Christmas tree

I am from curry and rice, from the evil Raj and my smart Dad and Rao

I am from teacher’s pets and hard workers

From behave and be smart

I am from believers and non- believers

I am from Virginia and India, roti and curry.

Form the grandmother who life for 106 years old

to the spooky surroundings of my uncles death.

I am from digital photos scanned from real ones