The womb they say
carries the child in a way
nurtures the baby all through the days
lets out a full-grown child in play
a lovely child in the fray
looks pretty and fresh all gay
as happiness spreads in full form
lightens the faces with great charm
the parents beam with pride in calm
the cries of congratulations echo in norms
that be the delight of begetting a new-born
the part the womb plays is of great chance.
Month: May 2014
Long do I see
Long do I hear.
Long do I think.
Long do I live.
Long be it long
as I go about in long
with nothing in belong
that be the lonely song
of everyone from times long
who take nothing along
laid to rest away from throng
that be the way but not wrong
as we understand in long.
A straight play
be it verbal or action
has a sway great
as nothing goes behind.
Straight is always there
the deviation tempts
it is a distraction attractive
that brings fortune tremendous.
Straight is almost a strain
the short cut fascinates
it is a nearer choice
leads to a the roads to success.
Straight is not close
but stands for permanence
it is hard to overcome
takes to a place of exquisite charm.
Straight we go
the more the delay
the destination seems
far
but the safety is there.
That be the greatness of straight
lengthy it might look
strenuous it might appear
the result would be pleasing and refreshing.
The controversy goes on
days fly and years roll
yet the sticky topic turns adhesive still
denial of the right to one
while they claim the right to another
both out of the same stock
a business not eligible to be discussed
in the quorum at all for matters deliberate
yet discussed with fervour and anger
by the one who stakes the claim
know not for what he wants to be so firm
shows out the pure jealousy one nurtures
that be the attitude of the man in question
a superior feel it might look so
an awkward stance is the reality ever.
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Oh ! My Friends.
The monkeys opposite
have gone without a deposit
their habitat has become
a lorry shed with newcomers
come and go all through the day
the chatter of monkeys is 
invariably
replaced by the engine sound mostly
the hop and skip of the little ones
not to be found ever once
a lump passes through the throat
as I visualise the monkeys on a float
the hustle of trees is no more
the bustle of men is there all the more.
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The Days in Trend.
A day for all things
be it for lovers
for mothers ,for teachers
for fathers, for all souls
for all saints ,for all I know not
has been the latest trend
that flows throw the bend
a card is invariably 
sent
with that the day is forgotten
a token of remembrance is what you say
to me it is an expense at bay
frolicking and thanksgiving should come
not from the lips but from the heart
a true way to remember in silence.
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Mother’s Day
It is Mother’s Day
a day which I never knew.
In our days all days
revolved round the mother
no special day for her
we were part of her
she taught us all
expected nothing from us in return
we did also never gave anything to her
the days were marked by love
affection was the main feature
while discipline and control got in stealthily
there was perfect equilibrium all through
that being so in a way
there was no time to celebrate Mother’s Day
Mothers were always there
if 
only we forget them
we should try to remember them
we never forgot their presence
so we never wished her on a particular day,
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A Rarity Among The Disarray
A little away from the garden
a hill so small is there
trees in full bloom
greenery all around.
The garden is so lovely
picturesque with lush green lawn
flower beds on either side
colourfully designed
In the middle there is a pool
filled with water crystal clear
an ambience of beauty all over
neatly crafted around an aesthetic setting.
The house adds to the charm
corridors run all around
the doors open out to a courtyard
and the windows thrown open to the garden.
The people are wonderful
benign and graceful to the word
ho
spitality is their by word
they are beautiful beings in the world.
Not such scenario is seen elsewhere
this is an evangelical display
all in accordance to the tune
a rarity amongst the disarray.
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A Straight Game.
it is a straight game
that too in a name
where a woman has acquired fame
who is in nature very tame
but has knowledge great
that too in a rate
proportionate to a hate
which men nurture against her fully
envious of her wisdom entirely
do not wish to see her succeed mostly
as they feel they are superior
and the woman are inferior
a thought in the mind’s anterior
though not shown in the posterior.
The days among the dead are past
the days have gone fast
nothing would ever last
as everything has been cast
long before they arrived
that is how we derive
the inference in a strive/
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