The Discomfort


The fever rose high

 the cough kept me in a tie 

 the wheeze pushed me to a try

in the middle of travel  across the ocean

 knew not how to  manage the rest of the portion

the persistent cough  with the bellow

the whistling wheeze in the shallow 

the fever took me to the gallows 

I travel with such discomforts

the destination is afar still

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Nature’s Nature


There are rains copious  

 floods extreme in a part.

There be drought severe 

 driest ever in another part.

There is no moderation  as such

the one overtakes the other 

 a phenomenon  not in touch 

over the bygones  in  demeanour

A  storm and a quake  sudden

rocks the world  with velocity

the earth succumbs to the burden

 quivers and  collapses  instantly 

the status of the land is unpredictable 

a thrive is  seen greatly on one side beautifully

a ruin on the other casts a mark indelible

rare to find a juxtaposition in keen

wonder at the erratic nature of Nature

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Dead Granny


There was a woman

 not been known  much

 lived in oblivion 

 died so in the dark

 bore the suffering 

 tolerated the humiliation

 breathed her last seven decades ago

 comes from nowhere 

 almost like a volcano

grandchildren cry with love 

 attribute her qualities  with pride

stand  I bewildered  in shock

 the mind prods and feels stuck 

 anything gone amiss ?

 anywhere to anyone.

 Men do remember

 not in times of prosperity

 only in periods of distress

they recall the bygones 

 more so their ancestors 

This way my curiosity woDead bunniesnders

 Well, I know not why 

am I the only one to think so

 then let me be the odd one out 

The Itch


The  itch on the foot, a sensation

 denotes a travel, a schedule 

 this be the saying old 

 when experience played  subtle

 to the interpretations  in  a way

might be a coincidence  unobtrusive 

yet it was incidental  in a blend 

one leads to another  a chain

 backed by the offer a link 

 that way many  trends  

came into quite unaware 

turned authentic in the course 

a lively precursor  they sound 

 herald they a happening 

 great or small in sense 

 a  fine  modulation in the round.

 

 

The Itch


The  itch on the foot, a sensation

 denotes a travel, a schedule 

 this be the saying old 

 when experience played  subtle

 to the interpretations  in  a way

might be a coincidence  unobtrusive 

yet it was incidental  in a blend 

one leads to another  a chain

 backed by the offer a link 

 that way many  trends  

came into quite unaware 

turned authentic in the course 

a lively precursor  they sound 

 herald they a happening 

 great or small in sense 

 a  fine  modulation in the round.

 

 

Virtuosity or Eventuality?


Long ago it was the quality 

 that of man  mattered 

gone are the days 

 when monetary played no role 

come now the hours in a twinkle 

where finance have control

 leave alone the economy

 encompass on whole  every trial

the life under a fiefdom

expresses  a servitude 

 where success prevails

where power wields 

while grace being beaten

the poise lies crippled power of money

 come there in magnificence

 

status with money on line

 that be the eventuality

 

Could it be a virtuosity?

 

 

 

 

 

The Sounds We Hear.


The sounds we hear every day

distract us in a way

the crow caws early in the morn

 could it be a wake up call

 no , even more before you say

 the cock strikes with a cock a doodle doo

 mind you it is the cock 

 not the clock that strikes harsh

 the chirping of sparrows 

 with a twitter gay and musical 

 invigorates the dawn in its rise

 over to the afternoon

 there be a lull of silence 

perhaps a faint cry somewhere 

 the evening resumes the chant

 the birds are in full form

 return they to the nests

 the hoot and shout of the owl

accompanies the darkness of the night 

 send a frightful feel down the spine

with them the animals too join

 though  the orchestra completes a round 

 the men and their gadgets 

stream up to the bustle 

the  rhythm loses its cadence

as the menfolk enter with a bang

 the horn and the speakers 

 decibels range high 

 force a fall out from nature 

harmony is lost cock

 finally Man is the great destroyer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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