Rain and sun
have a lot of fun
with the men 
Day: June 8, 2015
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A Dirty Game.
People take discipline in their hands
never follow the rules in hand
each one tries his way and argues
says it is the best in a review
knock the door and enter is common
barge in without information is uncommon
this is what people around me do
not literally I mean this entry in due
similar faults happen for the worse
one uses the other ignoring the curse
a man discreetly uses the other’s staff
he is not bothered about the scoff
the bait is the money at large
the staff goes behind in a scourge
both accomplish the job
the loser is the one who gave the job
many more incongruities would come to light
the employer brushes aside all these to avoid a fight
it is cheap and nauseating behaviour of both
the one who uses and the one who serves
they go on without any regret or a feel of shame
well, these are the days of the blame
they prosper as they have played a dirty game.
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The Nomad I Am
I am a nomad
a little mad
traditionally clad
wherever I go
I do not stoop low or ever bow.
I have no home
as the world is my home
have a home in east
have a home in west
have homes everywhere
Wherever I go
I sit at home
that be my world
see the words
write them in gold.
It could be me here
could be me there
I wonder who am I?
know not for a while
soon recollect in style.
It is a beautiful bird
comes and sits right at the top
not a colourful bird
its looks make one to stop
black in colour
dazzling ans shiny
seen through my parlour
not huge nor tiny
regal in its gait
pleasing in its decor
has a tiny plait
the wings occasionally flutter
trots imperiously
around my garden joyfully
glides along tweeting merrily
flies away magnificently.
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