Tushar Jain goes to Spain

Tushar Jain,

The world’s greatest sane

Had to bear the pain

To go to Spain

For avoiding rain.

He crossed the lane;

Cut his mane;

Ran on the plain;

Once and again;

Went past the crane;

Booked a plane;

It crashed into a train.

He broke the chain

With his cane.

Over the Danes;

Towards Spain;

But at last, he was in vain

For Spain had encountered rain.


  • Cheeky Missy

    Ya, and dearly loving rhyming myself, I quite enjoyed it with a smile as's a wonderful first footstep into the world of poetry....excellent! You might classify it under "humor" for it is amusing...and silly...and delightfully rhyming!

    • SauravRHS

      yeah, haha!

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