A teacher shouts hoarse
Her voice is so coarse
Cracks at the high pitch
Lòoks as though it needs a stitch
The poor one has to earn
So never takes rest in turn
Yells with all her might
She would lose her voice straight.
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Month: November 2015
Tomato is so red
looks like blood
I love the colour
never in a pallor
the redness dazzles
the tomato baffles
used in all almost
could find them in the toast
scattered in the salad
sung in the ballad
found in the gravy
heals the scurvy
a skin toner in a way
keeps blemish at bay
tastes so nice
mixed with rice
a liveliness in
till it goes to the bin
a lovely vegetable
proud to have it in the table
never too expensive
affordable and defensive
an agent of immunity
consumed by the primitive
continues its utility
great and curative.
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It Is Heaven
It is heaven
None have seen it even
It is heaven.
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A Birthday Wish
It is the little one’s birthday
a day to remember
joyful for the big children
great for the parents
especially to the mother
the little one would find
no difference whatsoever
yet gets elated mightily
when everyone sing
the Birthday song.
chimes with them
“Happy Birthday to you”
knowing not the meaning
plays with his friends
that too for a while
goes back with his pet toy
being a car in his case
revels pushing it far and near
more or less he is lost
being in his own world
a place where innocence prevails
where imagination overwhelms
away from the mundane in a way
into a world of fantasy and fascination
Happy Birthday to you my little grandson.
Scaling down is an issue
be it in wealth or weight
a decrease in wealth
provokes a jeer and a tear.
a diminish in weight
calls for a cheer at times
notifies a fear most times
both happen unexpectedly
both occur now and then
both are not in our hands
but prudence helps to maintain
a healthy balance of both
be careful and work towards an equanimity.
A vendor old
walks around bold
sells bananas different
being ras thali
, poovan,
malaipalam and sevvalai
shouts at the top of his voice
manages to walk with an unknown joy
the load on his head loathsome
has a few customers on wholesome
sells the fruits for a meagre gain
makes his living without much pain
wishes not to trouble his children at all
he would pass unnoticed in all
none would highlight his plight
nor bring to notice his sincerity
or talk about his intention to work
cause he is a poor man at work
Woke up in the morning
was up in the bed for a moment
slid back on the bed
dozed off for the rest of the morning
got up again in the early afternoon
stayed in the bed for a second
slid back on the bed
slept off the whole afternoon
evening came in a few hours
the sun was settling down
woke up again for the third time
sat up in the bed for a moment
slid back once more on the bed
was fast asleep the rest of the evening
hurriedly jumped out of the bed
ran to have a quick shower
dressed up and ran to the door
jogged down the aisle
drove the car in full speed
entered my office in a wink
I am working night this week.
My cousin is dead and gone
a soft spoken lady in tone
very fragile and small
encountered miseries in all
lost her wealth unexpectedly
her husband being a playboy
brought up her four children with care
the daughters turned well bred and fair
her sons lost their way in their teens
became wayward and fraud as seen
she could not bring them back to form
tried her best to restore form
could not at any level do so
that was her worry all the more so
the sons were the source of worry forever
died with that feel this day last year.
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On The Verge.
She had a thought
of giving away all she has got
She wanted to share a lot
of what she has bought
while she had all these in mind
she tracked a new find
a bundle under the tree
a cry emanated in the spree
she lifted the bundle
found a girl in the bundle
half dead and sinking
thought it was God send
as she has found a child
an angel to look after
happily she lived ever after.
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A Succumb.
A snare it is
stealthily laid to entrap
an ambush could it be
discreetly set to pull in
a plot might be
heinously hatched to silence
a witchcraft would it be
wagging the wand to destroy
well, the mind thinks of multitudes
fear be the reason behind
so long had been defiant
recently succumbs to the external
requires a condonation
insists on an attention
a turn away from these manipulations
would benefit to a progress.
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