A cupboard filled with lots
Cups,bowels,spoons and forks
A beautiful damsel cherished it
Oak nicely made cupboard
Her favorite earthen pot sleeps at the bottom

If a spoon walks out,it runs in
She seldom open the glass door of her shelf
Nicely arranged like a crystal of atoms
She smiles as she always see them in
And always locks her door with a mountain of stones

A fairytale,she tells her utensils
Constanty playing around with an open tunes
Lend me a dish'a voice through the window
As early as the sun rays flashes through the balcony
And moves slowly into the sitting room

She moves majestically down the pathway
Opened gently her cupboard
With a fixed mind construct for their future
In a flitting stay it rushes back and layed back in the dark oak cupboard
Hmm..my soul is at solace
I can now sleep with my eyes closed
She smiles and laughs frantically.