Being A Thought

It is a thought

being not taught

occasionally caught

never bought

being one of a strategy

that of great energy

I love to circumscribe

being a scribe

hope to achieve excellence

not with much of a dalliance

that could be my reward

being a sensational award.


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A Blissful Soul

Been always in a house

where there is  a garden

fruit trees being too many

guavas, mangoes and sapottas

all seen over and above

luscious they are in full

organic they be  in all

as I never use any chemicals

both as manure and pesticides

grown naturally without any artifice

they serve the squirrels first

then eaten up by my cook and chauffeur

in the company of my gardener and maid

the rest comes to my table  once in a way

I eat them with a love and happiness

being grown in my own soil  with  great care

of course it is my gardener who nurtures

let him  have the fair share being  first in line

gives  he to his colleagues

a gesture to be appreciated

alas! before he could lay hands on them

the squirrels take the plum

choose the best of the lot

enjoy and be contented with the excess

I find myself the last in the rung

have to accept it without much ado

as I know sharing is a blessing

I am blessed by growing and extending to others

a blissful soul I could turn to be in  all time.


Who I Am?

On and off I am cast

my mind being  overcast

think I very fast

wanting  to know who I am?


Being my thought now and then

I retreat into my den

think I very often

wishing to know who I am?


Tossed over and over again

I  smile without pain

think I with no gain

dying to know who I am?


I am so and so I conclude

daughter of  one in include

wife of the other in seclude

not enough to know who I am?


Who I am ? I straighten up

I am a being in a round up

same to be said of about  a pup

being nobody is what I am?