Falling extensively over land and lakes,
Leaving a cold layer of slushy blaze
Presenting a wonderful glaze.
The snow fall tends heavy in mid winter,
Releasing a freezing cold all over,
Trees and roads turn white,
Experiencing a biting cold bitter.
Snow pushers are seen all the way,
Working with spades to clear their bay,
Kids cuddle inside the rooms,
As the large boulders of ice loom
Winter is a season of exhaustion
With no daylight distribution,
Darkness encircles the day
Forcing a deliberate gray.
Old age is a phase difficult to bear,
Besieged with physical and mental tear,
A renewal of agility and vigour is rare,
Crossing the years is a terrific bear.
Wading through the snow is onerous,
Living in old age becomes calamitous,
Snow receedes as summer comes,
Old people pass away as death approaches.
Densely grown on trees and plants in a clamp,
Covering the moist land and wet swamp,
With a greenish slippery stamp.
The moss is a dangerous species
A careless tread pronounces a falling series
Its spread is in an accelerated treatise,
Endangering the healthy growth in no ease.
It gobbles the nutrients in a startling speed
Making its parent body into a hideous bleed
It mulls the sprouts to a shoddy breed,
Confiscating a sickly lead.
Evil gathers quickly and violently like a moss,
Works up in swift succession against all toss,
Slamming good to a deadly cross,
Interpreting an irreparable severe loss .
Moss has to be nipped early
To ensure a protected site largely,
Evil has to be eschewed badly,
To enliven the society gracefully
Moisture sets in the night,
Cooling the spaces light ,
Condensing and accumulating bright,
Over the lawns, cars and flowers overnight.
The pearl like dew sparkles ,
Like opague crystals,
Dancing to the whistles ,
Of the early dawn fills.
The droplet over a petal red,
Is a sensational thread,
Leaving us in a spell-bound led,
Capturing the thoughts in a stead.
The fixation is laden with enthusiasm,
As it holds a lot of realism,
Bringing to light the geniality of altruism,
Which falls hard on the existing scepticism.
Dew reflects the state of impermanence,
In a cryptic bubbling brief reference,
We , mortals, fail to comprehend the insurgence,
That reigns supreme over our feigned innocence.
Dew drops disappear in the late morn,
Man too is a distinct born,
Destined to pass away in the forlorn.
Tsunami has devastated the sand
Economy has bewildered the band,
Demoralizing and disorienting all in hand.
Dollar and Pound go down the crack
Yen and Yuan slip into the back,
Euro and Rupee fold into a rack,
All other currency follow the track.
World wide Economy is in a fearful limbo,
People everywhere are exposed to a violent tornado,
Countries are amidst a crusading crescendo,
Falling into broken pieces without much ado.
It is metals in a limelight hue,
Gold is shining in a yellow brew,
Silver rising in a brandished true,
All other metals animate the cue.
Gold will clamber to $2000 by December 2011,
Silver will shoot up to $100 by 2011 closure,
Gold and Silver will go to the museums as treasure,
Where they will remain as art pieces just for pleasure.
Thoughts and expressions get a glow,
When they enter a disciplined flow
They evolve a code of norm,
As they get delivered into a rightful form.
Wishes and desires take a cue,
When they pass through the right hue,
They emulate a code of ethics,
As they are targeted on eventful relics.
Love and affection holds a spontaneous take,
When they meet the affable sake,
They emanate a sparkling light,
As they get focused on an appealing sight.
Kindness and mercy assume a potency of blight,
When they perceive the medium right,
They allow a sequence of beatitude,
As they bless with a merciful attitude.
Peace and contentment represent a significance,
When they portray a divine reference,
They extend a cohesive synergy
There was a note of melancholy all around,
There was a sort of depression in and out,
With heavily laden eyes,
Brimming with tears,
Faces looking sullen,
The whole environ was heavily charged.
The tinge of sadness got expressed,
In the colour of the dress,
Which was black
A colour of mourning,
A symbol of grief,
The gathering reflected a desolation.
The twinge of pain was unbearable,
The thought of distress was deplorable,
With heart-rending scenes,
A bash on the head,
A beat on the chest,
Eyes flutter in sorrow,
The scenario was upbeat with sordid temper.
The tinge of unbearable twinge,
Gave way to an oppressing tenor,
Insinuating a swanky mood,
Of loathsome exhaustion,
Of irking withdrawal,
Inducting a moment of strain and drain.