Crying the child got ready to school.
eating up whatever she could
she was put in the bus with a load
of text and note books and lunch
The little one carrying everything saw a bunch
of her friends looking equally disturbed
pulling their faces long they remained perturbed
of the day ahead with its toil and turmoil
reading,writing, counting and reciting a total boil
of everything with nothing to store in the head
an expenditure of money, time and happiness instead.
Pledging the child’s happiness in the school
feeling that they have given the best they could
the parents go about with their ways and life.
Does this not sound a tedious strife?
Can we not explore possible means to solve this?
Not sending the children to school is one of these
that needs to be weighed with fervour.
Children already in should be un schooled quick so ever.
Let the child learn by seeing things that is around her.
Let she examine the shape, colour and material lying near her.
In the course things would unravel gradually and ignite
the curious mind with a lovely shine.
The concept may be an out of box attempt.
It would definitely serve as a preempt
to the much awaited renaissance in education
that has mulled, muffled and strangled for generations.
Category: Expenses
Count and spend say the wise.
Spend little save lot say the aged.
One has to live in comfort feel I.
One has to see places think I.
One has to eat well feel I.
One has to buy the necessities feel I.
One cannot count while buying feel I.
One cannot thrive by counting feel I.
One has to spend with ease feel I.
The more you count the more you save
by buying and spending nothing in the wave.
Differing from the wise say I
spend what you want and try
without fear at the least one buy.
Preserving the memory in a box
that is not false,
which should hold a lot of thoughts
of good and bad equally poised,
interpreting in different sorts
as and when the need starts,
at a time condescending to the plots
more than a time dismantling the slots
to carry out deals of greedy ingots,
paving the way to a glamorous spot
creating a sensational wave absolutely hot,
presenting a grand scenario of a dedicated revolt
while achieving it after a generous bought
both in kind and cash all in a lot.
Well,memory remains intact in a box.
Denials are justifiable too.
They might call for a sue.
They might erupt a boo.
They are to be pronounced true.
Denying is not a crime as most think.
It becomes essential leading to a link.
It might be impromptu coming out in a wink.
Sometimes it ought to be as bold as one written in ink.
It might be hard to say ‘no’.
It might sound odd to refuse in a row.
It might force one to lift the brow.
Some feel it is unpleasant to say it even to a foe.
It has to be said at any cost.
As all good things would never last.
Many kind acts disappear fast.
It is only the pricks and thorns that holds out the mast.
Affirming every act and deed is away from practice.
Confirming every theory is never a treatise.
Condemning becomes almost an outcome of the novice.
A stout denial is the most sought out application in the indices.
Hence learn to say “no” with a justification.
This word never reflects dissatisfaction.
Instead it expresses a negative coordination.
Directing all to a prescribed destination.
hours of work mount up.
years of labour fold again.
as the New Year embarks.
Each day is new.
every hour is fresh.
all years are delightful
as yet another New Year creeps in.
Looking back brings pain and joy
forging headway shows task and ease
past and present deliver loss and gain
as one more New Year is born.
Fire crackers resound in the sky.
The revelry breaks the placidity of the space,
as they sound a little odd and snobbish.
With that another New Year emerges.
Celebrations create a significant noise.
Partying and dancing take the toll
as expenditure multiplies geometrically
the New Year barges in with a bang.
Appreciating every minute for its value
Accepting every hour as precious
Counts up to admit every year as precious
unmindful of the New Year or not.
Let this be the underlying principle
Let this be the basis of welcoming
each hour and every minute
besides greeting the New year vociferously.
A senseless attack kept her unperturbed.
It made others disturbed.
The basis of the barrage was manoeuvred.
It created a silence laboured.
A brutal character assassination left her undeterred.
It instilled an uneasiness deferred.
The fundamental diagnosis was uncivilised.
It designed a hypothetical thesis unsolicited.
A dishevelled verbal dialogue broke the concurrence.
She maintained a composed resilience.
The outbursts slowly dwindled to a weak subservience.
The chaos was none the less a misguided occurrence.
The peevish outcry was one of jealous insurgence.
There developed a gradual resurgence.
She smilingly endured the consequence.
She valiantly emerged a victor out of the turbulence.
Round goes the wheel of fortune.
At times it whirls out of tune.
Overlapping all misfortunes.
Most times it falls short of tune.
Invigorating a sordid attune.
Fortune is temporarily tuned.
A blind dependence sets a discordant tune.
Creating a strain out of tune.
Releasing an unpleasant swoon.
Condemning a struggle all too s
To be blessed is a fortune.
Many do not fall into the tune.
Hard work never goes astray of the tune.
Sincerity ushers a lovely tune.
These indemnify a perfect tune.
Tut tut it broke in a slap.
It broke into pieces from the top.
Dum dum it fell in a flop.
It looked miserable from the slot.
Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.
Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.
Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.
Could it be redeemed from loss?
Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.
Was it a piece of glass that lay shattered?
Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.
Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?
God forbid buying again would be a vanity.
It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.
It was an abstract design in feature.
It was not visible in nature.
It was highly emotional in stature.
The proximity to the theme is drawing close.
It was the filial relation that fell apart in blows.
Deities sparkle with diamond crowns.
The dazzling finds itself in all rounds.
The spectacular delight knows no bounds.
The galaxy of crowns and outfits win over.
The eyes of the devotees make a splendid rover.
Feeding on the exciting ostentation with a devour.
The golden and silver outfits are heavy.
Decking the deities with them is not easy.
They pressurize the idols inflicting marks sticky.
Adorning the idols causes damage to them.
Flowery crowns and garlands charm them.
Dressing them with colourful silk adds grace to them.
The deities in their expensive dresses look different.
They appear as images with features indifferent.
The created shine robs the glow in the affront.
Well the rich indulge in such dear fanaticism.
Showing to the world their wealthy enthusiasm.
They wantonly plunder the temples of their divine realism.
Expenses are too many.
They cause an agony.
They implicate an irony.
They are as oppressive as tyranny.
Expenses give worry.
They bring about a hurry.
They instigate a fury.
Allowing a deep bury.
Expenses speedily go ahead.
As they take away the bread.
They demand a sizeable shred.
Cutting short the thread.
Expenses are never expected.
They come at the moment unwanted.
Casting a shadow most followed .
Finally succumbing to a fall out.
Expenses get on the saddle.
They carry on with a paddle.
Pressurizing the entity with a rattle.
Releasing an incessant prattle.
Expenses are obtrusive.
They are mostly intrusive.
Often they are incisive.
Enforcing a trend decisive.
Expenses are to be met.
As they are inordinately set.
They usher a fret.
Leading to a bet.
Expenses are always alarming.
They are more or less unnerving.
They elicit a fear threatening.
Leaving a passionate decrying.