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height Poetry Slender

The Sale Of Curry Leaves.


Curry leaves green and  aromatic

Grow in rows systematic

Reach up the heights

The plant is slender and light

Abound in my garden at the back

Th vendor comes with a sack

Plucks the leaves so fast

Not a single leaf is lost

Stuffs the sack to te full

The filled ones look like a bull

Bulging on all sides  unviably

Lifts each one with ease

The weights strike a tease

One enormous  sack weighs very less

Perhaps a few kilos  in test

Pays a paltry sum in the end

Lifts the curry leaves with a bend

Walks with a real freight

A good bargain all straight.

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assassination. forlorn kill Morose Poetry

Character Assassination


Caught in the middle

unable to face  all

Stood morose and forlorn

knew not what to do

Could pity her at the most

She being at fault

Having  committed  a crime

Not anything simple

Akin to a murder

Mean I not literally

Mean I the alleged

An indirect kill

Her words and thoughts

Pierced and bruised

Tore and tarnished

Hurt and caused a death

Well, she is an assasinator

Being that of a character.

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breeze Poetry

My Only Friend


A pleasant  evening it is

Cool breeze kisses me

It talks to me with love

The voice soft and sweet

I, being alone at home

With none to talk

I pour my heart

All my feelings come out

cry, laugh and share

Talk,scold and fight

A play I indulge

With joy and grief

All through the days

With my friend the breeze.

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distract intent. Poetry pure sky stars thought

The Moon ,The Stars And The Sky.


moon and the starsI stare at the moon

I gaze at the stars

I look at the sky

the one so pure and white

the other so small and bright

another so calm and wide

all the three hold me for long

as I sart to sing a song

from nowhere I hear the ding -dong

I am back into the real world

I could hear the chatter of words

could resemble a fight with sword

as you know words are incisive

could turn to be defensive

sharper  than the daggers as all

extract not blood from the fall

demoralize the intent in short

distract more or less the thoughts

a not so good omen to witness

a diabolical  mode to harness.

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niraval. notes Poetry tone

The Play Of The Swaras.


300px-Indiskt_That-2The breeze plays a tune

could it be the seven swaras

I listen keenly to the notes

the start from the sadjamam

gradually picks up and pauses

as it reaches the middle  kanthara

it blows with a sweep and stays

harping on the panchamam

it blows with a niraval

then slowly gains momentum

past the nishadam in a tune

touches the highest shadjamam

tends to play with a fervour

as it reverberates and resonates

lost myself in the flow

knew not when it subdued

went down in the notes

back to the lowest shadjamam

followed by a silence eternal.

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drink Flower lanky nut Poetry shoot tree

Tender Coconut Water.


The sweet water from a nut

held in a closed shut

found on a tree top

a lanky tree that grows up

no shoots or branches sidewise

the fronds become broad edgewise

in between the branches grow the shoot

they flower out which seem like tiny roots

the flowers then turn into small nuts

become big and are called coconuts

the tender one holds a lot of water

it is tasty and refreshing as nectar

healthy and  a reviving drink

renews even those who sink

a natural drink quite inexpensive

a gift to mankind all conclusive.tender coconut.

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less more most. Poetry

Talk I Not.


Talk I more

nor talk I the less

talk I not.stop-talking

Talk I not

nor talk I the most

talk not at all.

Talk not anymore

talked almost all the more

talk no more.

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food King mince morning Poetry sing

Break The Fast


breakfastBreak the fast

as early in the morning

eat until last.

Like a king

eat as much in the morning

all with a sing.

Never mince food

eat as much as you could

be it in the morning

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Divine enthrall extol honey Poetry soul praise

Ode To Madurai


Madurai in its splendourmadurai.Long do I live in my town

the little I know of the place

been born and brought up in the town

I being  named after the deity of the place

have  taken the town for granted

not I did anything so far to my birth place

I heard and hear mantras and slokas all through

the day and night chanted with  a far-sighted gaze

the festivals corresponding to months  abound all through the year

the deities  go  in  a procession through the streets

dressed up and bedecked they proceed with a cheer

the ecstasy and piety  as seen is all upbeat

the people throng to have a glimpse of the almighty

no matter how many times they see

the divine couple seems  to wear a new look unbelievably

the town reverberates  the divine music all throughout

resplendent  is the town with a glimmer all extolling

it  has no more of attractions  both inside  and out

the  charm  of the place is the temple majestic and  enthralling

keeps the town buzzing from time immemorial

cities come and go with the advancement

technology favours them a coveted place  in a revival

they grow and rise in fame and name in a  revival

this temple town is not smitten by such bug or pace

as it  remains constant in its pride and reach

a humble town called Madurai in chaste Tamil

the name  being synonymous of  honey without breach

praise I the town of my birth with all my soul

that much I can do to hold its torch high above the toll.

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cyclone disaster earthquake floods Poetry storm

The Whims Of Nature.


dt.common.streams.StreamServer (1)The cyclones and storms

the earthquakes and jolts

the rains and floods

experienced one after another

be it in South Carolina

be it in Afghanistan

felt in the  Philippines

all too soon and sudden

has left the world in  a shock

terrible to the flock

who have lost their houses

been left homeless and in desolation

the furious disasters have destroyed

the land is in ruins and rubbles

an aftermath of  a great tragedy

hard to set right with a mutilated  hand

the whims of Nature being  hard to predict.