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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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A Boisterous Threat.


Trees were in full bloom.

Colorful  flowers were in full blossom.

Lascivious  fruits hung heavily.

Little birds chirped crisply.

Bees buzzed with a drone.

Adding  charm to the zone.

 

The land stands bare.

There are no trees to stare.

There are no bearer of fruits juicy.

There are no blossoms to  make  flowering  lovely.

There are no loving hosts to hold birds chatter.

There are no lively relays to deliver the bees humming with cheer. 

 

The ground is loaded with mortar and concrete.

Buildings go up in stylish lanky upbeat.

Displaying colors of morbid paints.

Distracting the original inhabitants.

Chasing them out of their dwellings

Disturbing the environment out of its rings.

 

Threats come in different forms.

Destroying everything over the norms.

Invasions are considered as heroic deeds.

Assassinations are out of  greed.

Harassment indicate a cruel impertinence.

Deforestation is  a crime beyond penance.

 

 

 

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Lovely-Flower&Child.


The soft petal unfolds,

The silky shine  raptures,

The colourful throw  captures,

The eyes of those who behold.

 

The fragrance  invariably spreads,

The  charm slowly  entices,

The  sweetness quickly  enriches, 

All  delicious threads.

 

Its  span of life  is short,

Its  memory   is long,

The  experience  got  is lifelong,

Lingering  always  in thought.

 

The little flowers  beautifully invigorate

Their loveliness endlessly  entrances

So does the child’s delicate  stance

Induces  a melody elaborate.

 

The little ones sharp  crying,.

Its delicious lisping  sounds,

Its toothless smiles bounds,

All to a warm  coaxing.

 

The child’s delightful odour  fills up,

Its  interrupted cries trigger lowly

Its tiny eyes flicker slowly,

Extolling a pleasure high up.

 

Holding the child to the bosom,

Delivers a feeling infectious,

Renders  an unexplainable  bliss religious,

Akin to that  of espying a flower blossom.