Century Poem by Nash Thomas

This is a century poem,
The century poemin PoemHunter,
This is during the end of November,
My home is near to a main road,
Writing this, I heard a bell,
Bell of selling ice-creams and ice,
With a taste of school days,
I again loved the time of hundredth poem,
The sweet taste is still on my tongue,
The sweet time of winning of the first century score,
Within a short period of less than ten days,
Most poems were in direct delivery,
Without any plan to write at all,
But on writing, flow may come,
That due to this nice site of poets,
With an easy chance to pen poems,
Poems in our style, like a free man in the world.

26/11/2018,14 PM, Kadammanitta, Kerala.