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Lights Subdued.


Festival of lights  was the day before.

The lights were not seen all the more.

Darkness was the only thing in the fore.

Creating an unwanted furore.

 

It is a skilful play of governance.

Exploiting the people’s endurance.

Cajoling them  with a difference.

Sending them back to primitive reference.

 

Learning keeps the people on the move.

Living in darkness is a lively experience all true.

Putting up with mosquito bites is a task to prove.

Well that is how we live for years together quiet low.

 

Blaming the predecessor is part of the game.

Accusing the federal is an excuse lame.

Accepting the deficiency is never a shame.

Setting it right soon would bring fame.

 

A day and night work out would bear fruit.

A well thought out plan would map the route.

Getting deep into the intrusive shoot,

would ensure a feasibility  with a hoot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The New Born


Woke up in the morn,

to the tune of a song.

The sun  mirthfully shone,

amidst the gleeful throng.

There was a mild sound,

which came along.

That expressed in a  lovely tone,

an arrival of a new-born.

 

Crying in full throat,

the babe made the entry.

Alerting everyone with a short

sharp  notes similar to a sentry.

Revitalising the surrounding

with a charming frenzy.

That brought out  aloud,

the arrival of  the new-born.

 

 

 

The anticipation turned out

to a passionate excitement.

The anxiety converted itself

into a delightful predicament.

There  arose a tranquillity

embedded in peace and contentment.

That delivered in all serenity,

the arrival of the new-born.

 

 

 

 

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A Poor Girl Yonder.


Tossing in the bed she lies.

Wrinkling her brows she cries.

Twisting her nose she tries.

Biting her lips she controls.

 

Up she gets  out of her bed.

Over her eyes look red.

Above she knocks her forehead.

High  she stumbles ahead.

 

In she walks along the aisle.

Into she  stutters over the trail.

Inside she breaks like a frail.

Inward she flutters as a gale.

 

Out she rushes out of the gate.

Outside she maintains her gait.

 

She attains the status of a feature.

She achieves a celebrity in structure 

She embarks as a classical  figure.

Oh! she is nothing more than a poor creature

 

 

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The symptoms of Down.


Rituals keep us tied down.

Religion makes us bow down.

Commitments compel us to flow down.

Fear forces us to lie down.

Distress tracks us almost down.

Struggle combats with thrust down.

Survival is the only thought that blows down.

 

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There Sits the Child.


A child over there,

 sits in a corner,

with nothing to share,

looks like a loner,

none to care,

expresses a sordid  groan,

nervous  like a hare,

crys like a mourner,

confined to a bare,

thinking aloud  no sooner,

falls  down in scare,

collapsing every other in a flare,

well, that is  the end of the fair.

 

 

 

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The value Of Tradition


It is a tradition on the move.

sticking to the values in a  grove,

shunning the deviation in a blue,

passing on with a conservative flew,

implementing a decorum true,

gliding she crosses the avenue like a dew.

 

Her move is  an enthusiasm  lively.

With a charisma she proceeds gaily,

with a stamina she presides sternly.

with a  discipline she conducts firmly,

with an energy she works untiringly,

taking her to the  step of victory. 

 

Tradition is not  only in her attire specially.

It is  found in her speech almost admiringly.

It is seen in her manners all the most specifically.

It is explicit in her character very distinctly.

It is visible in her demeanour most explicitly.

Tradition makes her look tallerexplicitly,  than everyone else totally.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Slice Of Life


Heard of slice of bread for sure.

It keeps the tummy full all the more.

Heard about the slice of cake not unsure  

It makes the lip  smack ever more.

Heard about the slice of life in an assure. 

It is a narration of experience nothing more.

 

Bread is for sustenance no doubt.

It is the basic requirement for all.

Cake is for a difference no doubt.

It is a desired inclination for the tall.

Life is  a reference no doubt.

It is a practical restoration before a fall.

 

Slices  give directions almost.

Leading to an enactment in their way.

Survival is never a question most.

Enjoyment  is  also never a problem most.

Pulling on is ever a challenge almost.

So slices are but  reactions definite at the most.

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Drought


Drought prevails all over.

Rivers are brown in a stop over.

Grass has turned yellow in a make over.

Cattle  look pale white in a drop over.

Men  appear faintly dark in a hang over.

drought extinguishes all spirit in a fall over.

 

 

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Medieval Times.


The move was gradual.

Things were at level.

It was time to revel.

 

There was a tumultuous arrival.

Much fanfare was seen in the appraisal.

It was a grand revival.

 

The introduction was  an approval.

The course was absolutely referral.

It was nothing but crucial.

 

The enactment was  graceful 

The theme was paradoxical.

It was subtly satirical.

 

The trend was medieval.

Imitating  the Chaucerian  parable.

It was exorbitantly rhetorical.

 

Everything was in measured ritual

Nothing rushed to a heady trouble..

It was a tempered bubble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Melodrama


It looked as if it is going to rain.

The clouds  grew dark as if  in feign.

But the effort  was in vain.

As the expected did not happen in the main.

 

Thunder also joined the game.

The sound was tremendous not to blame.

But the work was only lame.

As nothing happened to name.

 

Lightning stepped into the fray.

The shine was a blinding  in the bay.

But the schedule was not gay.

As everything  indicated an event stray.

 

The rain played  hide and seek.

Its downpour was in streak.

But the entire schedule was meek.

As everything disappeared with a shriek.