Flesh hanging loose
came a man with choose
forcing a truce.
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Day: December 7, 2013
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A Genial Tone
It was a genial tone
bringing back memories begone.
calling little ahead of the show
the voice expressed a glow
impressing one with an invite cordial
going on with a cheer inimical
unable to find who it was
recollecting the voice not harsh
could not make out the caller
went on talking with a feeler
finally got a catchy clue
tracing the huskiness in the vocal cue
concluded it was a friend of past
who was close with me till the year last
but now living far away in a land
with a status tall and grand
still remembering me with unsurpassed love
making me rejoice with an unparalleled joy
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A Final Throw
The thought of concluding the purpose
with a finish not with a suppose
growing strong in my mind in years
gets thwarted with the drag and fears
implicated by those who surround me
from whom I want to flee
but cannot do for reasons monetary
holding me on the anvil rightly or wrongly
seems to be an ambush with an entanglement
based on a committed predicament
barring the progress with a lot more strain
keeping one always tied up with a drain
know not how to get over this hurdle
as most part is a great muddle
tracking the moves undertook
going through the papers in several strokes
has been the conduct of my life all through
waiting patiently for things to be set right in slow
that takes the breath out of me all the more
causing a setback and a depression in the fore.
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