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Actions bricks Experience Poem thoughts

The Wall


berlin wallgreat wall of china.Nothing could pass through
as the partition was thick .
Nothing could pass through
as the division was in brick.
Nothing could enter through
either physical or abstract
as the passage was guarded
with the best available track.

The wall real or imaginary
is an obstacle for promiscuous revelry.
The wall serves as a fortress
against ill will and theatrical largess
The wall would outbeat the Berlin Wall
in its eloquence and in grandeur tall.
The Great Wall of China would play a second fiddle
to the wall raised in mind and heart looking like a riddle.

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Actions Care Experience Poem

Unabated Cry.


The babe was crying.
while the mother was sleeping.
Hearing the baby’s cry
the mother opened her eyes.
Rocked the cradle few times
to make the little one sleep in time.
The baby continued crying.
The mother unknowing
at the moment what to do
resorted to feeding in a go.
The lady of the next house
came in swift toes.
Looking at the baby close
she found a small ant in force
biting the baby under the nose.
Smiling she caught the ant red
and put the baby in the bed.

ant biting

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Actions metaphor Poem

The Game


Playing in the games field
the children made a deed.
There were two teams
expressing full beam.
The first team Orange
had a definite arrange.
The second one pink
gave a lovely link.

The game began.
The Orange clan
started the contest.
It was a throwing test.
Threw did the orange team
to a distance beyond the dream.
The pink team entered with a clinch
but they superseded the former by an inch.

The Orange did not accept
saying it was a cheat preset.
The Pink got angry nevertheless
shouted that team Orange is spineless.
The game of the kids concluded in abhorrence
as the life of adults end up in turbulence

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Actions Nature Poem

The Helpless


The night was dark and silent.
There was no noise high or low
The owl was hooting like a tyrant.
The flying bats caused a terrific blow.
Perched on the window sill the dove was quiet.
Any untoward move would bring danger.
It kept to itself in the cloudless night
perceiving a serious risk from the stranger.
The night grew darker still.
The hooting became unbeatable till
a fearful wind came with a force
disturbing the owl to take a course.
The owl made its way to a far off place
The bats halted their frantic pace.
The lonely dove then rested in peace. dove

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Age Poem resemblance thoughts

My Friend


mother and daughterGetting down from the bus
Saw my friend crossing the road.
Delighted to see her after years
Made quick towards the other end.
She is Sarah my dearest friend
who walked swiftly like a deer.
Unable to cope with her ran at last.
Run, did I with a difficult stride.
Not able to catch her cried “Sarah”.
My voice was in full blast
Yet Sarah went on her way.
Once again called “Sarah”
at the top of my voice.
The lady stopped in a halt and turned
She looked exactly like young Sarah
who studied with me in college.
Rushing towards her in whatever
speed I could.
Looked at her from top to toe.
She smiled at me bemused.
Asked her if she knows Sarah.
The lady broke into laughter
Held my hand with love
gently said that Sarah is her mother.

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Actions bad good Poem

Good And Bad.


Seeing through the eyes.
Saw lot of things pleasant.
Saw lot of things unwanted
Hearing with the ears.
Heard lot of talk cordial
Heard lot of talk rude.
The good and bad live
in peace andgood and bad serenity
unmindful of the surroundings
It is for us to take
that which is apt.

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Beauty leaves. Poem

A Leaf Talk


Leaves bright and erect
talks about weather correct.
Leaves green and shining
tells us of the binding.
Leaves fluttering and jostling
invite us to a celebration dazzling.
Leaves possessing medical ingredients
grant us a cure for most ailments.
The disposable we talk of now
were seen in leaves years before.

leaf.

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Actions Poet Politics.

Politics


Eating with friends is a party.
Eating the entiriety
is politics. entirely

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Actions Experience feelings Poem sleep

Sleeping Is A Blessing.


If sleeping is busy
what else is not busy?asked my friend

Getting this thought in mind
wanted to obtain a find.

Sleep to me comes
when I know not.
I lie down in the morn
have a siesta in the noon.
take a nap at dusk.
sleep soundly in the night.
Work all day makes you busy I told him
Sweating and perspiring makes you dizzy.
Sleep all day makes me busy said I.
Refreshing and relaxing makes me shine.
Well that be my goal all through the days
and none need frown at me everyday.

sleep

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curiosity Poem thoughts

The Car Moves Slowly


The car is moving slowly.
Is it old ? I ponder
It looked latest and brand new.
Yet it went slowly.

Thought that the driver is old.
Little shaky and partially blind
to drive in normal speed.
but found out the driver is not old.

Then the driver should be a learner.
Perhaps he is driving for the first time
so a bit nervous and frightened.
Not so he seems to be an expert.

Why did the car move slowly
Wanting to know the reason
went behind it as though in a procession..
Last found out why it went slowly?

You might curse me for my curiosity.
Well that has been my way of life
seeing things that others do not see
like the car moving slowly.

car.