A two and a half-year-old boy
calls every female aunty
his mother is a friendly one
her friends are known as aunties
his father being very quiet
has not many friends to talk
the male go without any term
they are a representative of all walks
the kid goes haywire if he sees strangers
interacts with them in a pleasant babble
mixes the language he knows in a range
catches everyone’s attention with his ramble
no doubt, he is a cynosure of all eyes
he is a darling even when he cries.
Author: meenas17
A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
Uploading a site
adding it bright
casting it straight
claiming it right
all seem to me a burden
as I am not a warden
not able to monitor
I feel a jitter
when it comes to all these
I am always in a freeze.
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I Have Not Earned.
I have not earned a penny
nor won a single penny
been with the family for years
children and husband near
never had a thought to slog
sat at home like a log.
It is a thought out of time
asI hear my death bell chime
I pine for not having earned
know it is too late to yearn
still my mind allows me not at peace
I look at my worn out hands in a tease.
Could I make up for the lost?
My twilight years runs fast
before I close my eyes
I want to earn a few paise
would I be able to do?
it is something out of the blue.
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Pain Is Abstract.
Pain is abstract.
To me,
it is intact.
be it in the physic
it keeps brusque
be it in the mind
it ties you in a kind.
Pain is disabling
it pulls you invariably
your body gives way possibly
so does the mind instantly
a collapse is there unresistingly.
death could be the end instantaneously.
Pain is unbearable
with the tag unable
a kill and a gnaw
holds you in a claw
writhing in pain you fall
no one would attend your call.
Pain to me is never abstract
it does exist in fact
closes with a folded hands
never relaxes the band
it stifles you all the way through
that be the pain in true
A belief as of now
could be a best of your know
it is not in the flow
comes so sudden in a blow.
What for is the prelude?
you might ask in an interlude
but so far if you could
go with it as you would.
Stil, it is an enigma
you would be in a dilemma
it is none the less a stigma
could be in a way a sigma.
Gosh! I am still not very clear
what is it all about? you fear
as you get close and near
you would realise,
my dear
I have a son
who is always fun
climbs he on the trees
calls from there cheese
jumps down with a thud
tramps on the plants with buds
runs up to the road fast
turns back without a cast
plays on the heap of sand
rolls down with a noisy land
it is curious to see him play
Oh, I have forgotten all the more
the son of mine is young no longer
he is a responsible father now
his son would play the same way as of now.
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The Indicative Words.
This falls into that
that converges into this
one being a little near
the other being very far
the pointing goes with the finger
the indication shows the range
this and that are relative words
used often in this world
an easy way to place the status
a facilitator to remain out of focus
well, that be the nuance of the language
the greatness of the English language.
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It Is Love— haiku.
It is love
a true and great love
a love genuine
It is love
an erotic and passionate love
a love infatuated.
It is love
an affectionate and unrequited love
a love motherly.
It is love
well accepted and looked up
a love great.
So be love
different and different in love
altogether is love.
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The Temple festival
It is a temple festival
there is a carnival
year after year, it takes place
people from around race to see
the God with a personal plea
kavadis and paal kudams abound
the breaking of coconuts in the ground
has grown from hundreds to thousands
all along the procession route
their bhakthi bears fruit
the town council makes money
with the shops in makeshift funny
an amount of few hundred thousand
all from the rentals of hundred shops
a fairly good revenue each year
the council does nothing much to cheer
the management spends from their pocket
run the show without any brackets
the main aim is to honour the Lord
that they do without any fraud
nobility needs to be recognised
has to be honoured too.
A call just now
a friend of mine spoke
so innocent in a row
feigned innocence in hold
she never looks bold
certainly a character to watch
you could never catch
she is so slippery and pleasant
moves about in a manner decent
what is in her mind no one knows
as she makes no foes
goes on with an ease in all
very careful not to tread and fall
intrudes stealthily into others
straightens herself from their curse
I, for one, got carried away
I have seen through the play
hereinafter I should be awry
as she is a being very scary.
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