Banana is yellow
liked by every other fellow
delicious to follow.
Day: November 6, 2015
A frock I like
a smocked one I admire
the intricacies that go with it
the stitches create a fascination
the minute ones need attention
not ordinary but concentrated
the small buds over there
look like stars with a twinkle
all done by hand with great skill
bless the hands that do these
I marvel at the work for long
each one looks so delicate
each one has a lovely felicitate
a handcraft not found in plenty
could turn a dying art if not cared
the skilled craftswomen be identified
a patronage has to be extended
if the craft has to prosper.
I am distracted
never in a concentration intense
like a 
monkey.
Like a monkey
never in a place firm
always in movement
Always in movement
aping, teasing, tricking and jabbering
an uncontrollable sign.
It is a routine
day in and day out
the same old practice
the rising, eating, and sleeping
want to break it for a day
tried to the best
could not do at any cost
have been brought up
have lived all along
impossible it is
one day, I should
sleep the whole day
eat the whole day
be awake all through
frivolous it sounds
being silly at times
lends a fun and a relax.
My phone rings
not a time
many a time
a convenience thereto
the number being reflected
I rush to pick the call
the ring stops
I look at the number
seems to be very familiar
last, I know the caller
who calls me when in need
else, never calls
not even to be courteous
such a pretext I do hate
such an action is hard to rate
most are similar
become familiar
when they require
otherwise, keep away
a clever
ness they feel
I think in a variant
it is absolute deceit
worse than a steal.
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