There is a way to live with dignity and pride
There is a way to speak with sense and sequential tide.
There is a way to behave interacting with love and charming smile
There is a way to write penning with substance and style.
There is a way to learn mastering with grace and skill.
There is a way to think deliberating with depth and differential fill.
There is a way to eat partaking with etiquette and delight.
There is a way to walk sauntering with gait and steps light.
There is a way to sit relaxing with comfort and in form.
There is a way to sleep lying down with modesty and decorum.
There is a way to dress clothing decently and without enticement.
Thee is certainly a way to die breathing out with peace and contentment.
There are ways for all things whether they be great and small.
Category: Experience
My child does not eat is every mother’s groan.
He eats too little and looks like a bone.
Oh! he would turn weak cries the mother in a sad tone.
It is an unnecessary worry says the grand mother.
She talks with experience in an authenticated tether.
She brushes aside the fear to a thither.
The child would not resist hunger all times
He would eat when his tummy lets out a chime.
He knows to balance the diet with required enzymes.
Pushing food down the gullet is extraneous.
Feeding him when he is not hungry is erroneous.
Compelling him to gobble food is fallacious.
Most mothers want their ward to grow instantly.
They wish their child to become strong immediately.
They show impatience in seeing them gain weight gradually.
Well, a child is not a lifeless being.
He has to assimilate things in periods intervening.
Lest it would lead to a suffocation stifling.
A for apple points out the little girl in cheer
B for ball shouts another little one in gear.
So goes the identification of alphabets without fear.
The child learns the language as years fold.
Mastering the language she achieves a status gold.
Her observations bring out a lively union.
while apple and ball fall back into the oblivion.
Christ is held in high esteem by Christians with no substitution.
Shiva holds the sway over the Hindus of Saivite tradition.
Vishnu adds fervour to an Hindu sect of another definition.
Hinduism abounds in infinite nomenclature.
Mohamed is the renowned prophet of Islamic culture
Buddha is the originator of Buddhism.
Religions find their way assuring multi fold ism
Apple and ball make the child to recognise letters
as they are necessary for the young mind to rise above fetters.
Facilitating a learning with a skill to analyse better.
Holy scriptures make Man to derive truth from the tenets
The idols are like patrolling sergeants reprimanding the erring tenants.
They provide him with a comprehensive enrichment in the strike.
Singing rhymes and hymns deliver grace to child and Man alike
As alphabets form the basis of language in general
idols personify “Truth” in specific annals
As language clads the ideas with links careful
truth discovers the ideals through distinctions lawful
Knowledge calls for dedication and sincerity
as truth eulogizes the righteous and shuns infidelity.
So it goes “Truth” is religion and God is “Truth”.
Nodding her head she sits among friends.
Listening to their remarks of lively trends.
Smiling at their fascinating talks across the bend.
Keeping a pleasant quietness is her way till the end.
Coyly she hears their bashful jeers.
Softly she smothers their tears.
Lovingly she dissipates their fears
as she keeps a pleasant poise is her way unto the rear.
Expressions rude never come from her.
Thoughts evil never get the best of her.
Inhuman behaviour is never found in her
as she Keeps a pleasant grace intact in her.
Her insinuations are assumed as ignorance by some.
Her inclinations are claimed as innocence by some.
Her exclusiveness is termed as pride by some
while keeping a pleasant attitude never pays her handsome.
Her demeanour is all throughout the same.
Believing in truth is her game.
She worships truth not in name
while she keeps a pleasant trust not for fame.
She does not live for others as many do.
She loves them most from out of the blue.
She does not wish to give a clue
while keeping a pleasant extension in the groove.
Her way of life is different all through.
Never does she bow down to authority in a rue.
Never does she acknowledges money as powerful in all her moves
as she keeps a pleasant endearment in her interactions true.
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What is it high up on the tree?
It is shiny green dancing in a spree.
Is it a fruit hanging down?
Is it a bird looking down?
If it is a fruit it must be a peach
high beyond the reach.
It could also be a mango.
oscillating in a tango.
If it be a bird it must be a parrot
likely to read the destiny like a tarot.
It glitters in the sunlight like a beautiful emerald
the thick green signifies a glorious herald.
It shows a pale green standing for unripe interventions
symbolically leading to many untold intimidation.
Curiously looking it is both fruit and bird.
The bird pecks on the fruit while perched on a woody gird.
Tiny bits fall down from the tree in intervals.
The fruit opens out its flesh in an unravel.
The parrot sucks the lascivious flesh in a stroke.
The seed falls down miserably in a coatless broke.
Oh! there is nothing brilliant high up on the tree.
Categories
Battle of Siege
Close the windows and doors.
Close them at once with force.
Why this urgency? in course.
Oh! shut the windows and doors.
Shut them with necessary force.
Why this haste? in course.
Well, do not open the windows and doors.
Well, do not open them with force.
Why this caution? in course.
Fine as the windows and doors are fastened.
There is no add ons required to hasten
the vigil to guard the entrance.
Getting back into a sober ease.
Relaxing comfortably in the closeted freeze.
Eyed the culprit come up from a narrow crease.
With a startled shock rose up in fear
as the attacker came very near.
Quickly seized a bat from rear.
The misnomer goes round and round in a buzz.
There appears a sharp sting butting out from the tress.
Being not bitten is a bless.
The bat is swirled in all directions.
It fails to trap the one with no dimensions.
The bat proves useless before this manipulation.
What was it? cried everyone in alarm.
It was,it was a menace that causes mush harm.
What to say it is a mosquito in its full form.
Cycling through the memory lane.
Pedalling soft in a reverie plain.
Half pedalling while reliving the past.
Fast pedalling when going through the present cast.
Racing through the happenings as though in a telecast.
The picture of life so far is etched out in the frame main.
Cycling through the memory lane.
Envisaged bumps and roll downs in a path not plain.
jubilation was found in the realms of past.
Tribulations were also part of the cast.
The performance was rushed through in a telecast.
The still remembered experiences hang in the gallery main.
Cycling through the memory lane.
Perceiving thorns and bushes in a terrain not entirely plain.
Happiness realised in the years looks similar to the past.
Melancholy also gets in as an entity in the cast.
The outcome presents a lively telecast.
The fresh incidents depict a fine portrayal in the gateway main.
Cycling comes to a stop as the end nears.
The mind rests in peace without fear.
The activities cease as everything draws to a close.
The wide canvas slowly folds and falls down as a dried rose.
There exists an extensive and exhaustive relaxation foreboding a cheer.
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Had she be born in a different state.
Had not she been born in her community.
Had she been like her five siblings.
Had not she been soft by nature.
Had she been wedded into a reputed family.
Had not she been forced to come out of it by virtue.
Had she been a little authoritative and demanding.
Had not she been languishing in fear and trial.
Had she been firm and vociferous.
Had not she been accommodative and demur.
Had she been independent and strong.
Had not she been too much docile and friendly.
Had she been an active performer..
Had not she been a silent spectator.
Had she been decided on realising her ambition.
Had not she been too involved in raising her children.
Had she been successful in winning her share.
Had not she been crest fallen to have lost her rights
Had she been a hard nut to crack.
Had not she been flexible to the other’s call.
Had she been serious of her pursuits.
Had not she been thinking of her disputes .
She would have become a writer of standing.
She could have clinched many an award of fame.
It is had she been and had not she been in a Hamletian trace.
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Heavily made up in a glare
she walked with steps rare
Stitched with stones rare
her outfits presented a striking glare.
Decked with shining jewels rare
her posture reflected a shocking glare.
She was the epitome of snobbery in a glare.
Moving with frivolous fallacy a deviation rare.
Well, that has been her way of life for long.
Straddling with imperious affectation all along.
She spoke in a euphemistic tone almost like a song.
Uttering meaningless attributions without a wrong.
She behaved like a wanton child in the throng.
Exchanging silly words for nominal prong.
She was a synonym of vanity excessively strong.
One knows not where she belongs?
Categories
Needless It Is
It was a tiring day.
getting up early in the day
to attend a wedding some 100 miles away,
while the hot penetrating sun’s ray,
pierces through the skin’s layer in a severe array,
causing a perspiration in a steady stay,
creating an unpleasant tedium in a sway,
yet had to mark the presence without delay,
otherwise it would lead to an unsolicited fray.
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