Being a luxury
he could not afford it actually
wanted it stubbornly.
Being very impish
he behaved rather very foolish
opting to be lavish.
Being a spendthrift
turned bankrupt in a drift
never was thrifty.
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Day: December 10, 2015
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Up To Play
The rains play with me
so do the squirrels
as such both are up to pranks
they are mischievous and free
In the morning it was bright and sunny
I placed my carpets out in the open yard
the rains poured for a few minutes
I ran to save them in a manner funny.
Could be similar in the afternoon too
I lay on my bed looking through
the sun was cheerful and brilliant in tone
the rains poured and were torrential too.
The squirrel entered through the front door
I usually keep the door open all through
never did the squirrel made its way in
I have to firmly close the main door.
My dining room opens out to the garden
I watch the greenery around
the squirrel came through the entrance
the little one has become a burden.
The ways I am mocked through the day
seem not a few but too many
small incidents put me to task
well, life works out that way.
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My Writing
My writing has gone dry
I seem to be in a spell dry
being the joke in a way
I write much in a day
when my heart cries out
emotions do the magic throughout
when I am placid in a sense
my thinking is not dense
my thoughts become dry
I have nothing to buy.
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Walk Away With An Empty Hand.
It is an endless wait
would have to bear it
for how many years
I do not know
it is going to go down
the generations in all
we being the first
pass on to our children
then to the grandchildren
from a voluminous form
it shrinks into a paltry
finally turns to nothing
is it the destiny ?
one has to remain with hands tied
spreading out involves money
most times the expenditure
turns not fruitful and worthy
becomes a tedium in years
a withdrawal descends
we like to abandon the whole
walk away with an empty hand.
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