people talking about in a go
what is it about I do not know
yet I join them with a bow
participating in the flow
asking not how
getting on toe
as though it is a show.
Seasons do not change in flow
as the warming gets going in slow
seasons are static and sultry
boycotting the natural diplomacy 
with spring extending warmth mostly
then comes summer generating heat greatly
followed by autumn casting hotness nominally
ending up with winter showing stuffiness unnaturally.
I work hard day and night
Toiling all through the years
never a time for leisure all these years
I have made millions without fear
no not but billions something near.
Bequeathing it to my sons with love ardent
distributing to my grandchildren with a desire fervent.
reserving hefty revenue and great wealth
extensively to my progeny in stealth
not minding my failing health.
They would be a fortune for my sons greatly
would a treasure for my progeny substantially
I earn with a an earnestness and drive
destroying the streams and rivers in a dive
killing everything that are alive.
Dividing the fertile lands into plots
selling them for higher price in a slot
felling the trees irrationally
uprooting the hills callously
all for money incidentally.
Involving myself in sand mining
getting a handsome return in the inning
profits come from all directions
with sand, stones leading to a resurrection
land and water lending a correction.
Today my children buy potable water
with a land getting hotter and hotter
they travel far just to inhale fresh air
while their inhabitation has become bare
granting a negligible care.
As of now medical expenses drive them mad
they stare at me with anger and are sad
holding a grudge against me straight
and accuse me openly for a cause right
alleging that I have spoilt their life forthright.
( Pained by seeing the unmindful destruction of nature fro wealth, I wrote this poem.
It is a representative personification where the imagination gets ahead exploiting the anguish
and bitterness experienced)
and logging off
makes the day
move with life
being a transaction
that commands a reaction
with a great enthusiasm
keen to read the comments
eager to note the stats
still more wanting to contribute
no matter what might be the response
a great inflow or a zero vis
which would not anyway
quell the participation
that might at times be spectacular
and most times be very ordinary.
Prodding over the uses of hand
I was taken aback in a stand
myriads be the uses like a wand
with eating starts the work
follows the writing in task
adding to the embracing
when in extreme love
when in unbeatable anger
with an indicative pointer
going on to pinpoint aberration
goes the much used hand
for whatever deployment
be it cleaning or mopping
be it to applaud or deplore
so many be the potential play
that the hand does in all
that without them
man would have to go
helpless and defective.
handicapped and challenged
doing nothing innovative
for that matter anything proper.
Singing with eyes closed
Dancing to the tune
thrilled and excited
exalted and ecstatic
he danced and danced.
Tears treckled down
Lips quivered
eyelids battered
he sang and sang,
As he danced
he called krishna
he cried out to Kesava
appeared the little Kanna
with a smile and twinkle
With an inborn liking for art
I go up and down the gallery
pretending to admire the primary
adding each one to the wish cart
suppressing the desire to buy
as the spending mounts
and as the buying needs no urgency.
This liking drives me mad
with the mind refraining the buy
the heart promotes the purchase
torn between the dilemma
I stand helpless for a while
a conflict of reason over rhyme arises
Reason being well based
with a rationality and validity
whatever may be the authenticity
it could not overcome the passion
and I go on with my desire
not minding the monetary pressure.
placing myself once again in credit crunch
with a bulk buying in a bunch.
The isms take us far
Realism is a factual crisis.
going by the real is not easy
getting by the facts is dizzy
sticking to truth is fishy
difficult it might sound
strange it might be found
risky it is also on ground.
Realism is a favoured by few
who most feel go without clue.
as most take the easiest tool
being not wanting to be a fool
they change with the times
sing the tunes in rhymes
making people believe in fake
deserting truth for its sake.
Ever easy to utter lies
and go by lively buys
forsaking the real
going by the virtual
that appears then and there
never emboldened and bare
Well it is but rational and fair
adapting to the worldly care.
Realism has become an anachronism
it is an outdated portfolio
very much not in the folio
Each one has its compulsions hard
with that they carry on in the card
adjusting to their suitability and convenience
that being the most lively ambience.