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A Birthday Song

eleven year old boyTurning eleven  today
 an age of grace
 responsible in a way
playful in a trace
set your goals high
go with an impulse strong
as  your limit is the sky
mature like a beautiful song
rhythmic and melodious.
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The Exotic East.

exotic eastExotic lands of the east

densely occupied and full of dust

hold your breath otherwise

be the grandeur of these places

awe-inspiring architecture

amazing culture  and literature

the piety and divinity that surrounds

the grace and poise of the religion

the affable and friendly  people

all hold your breath for a while

as you get diffused in the atmosphere

a few unwanted elements surface all through

the cleanliness and the infrastructure

prompt you to sniff and scorn for a time

sure in a way the idealism that wraps  the entire

bewilders and bewitches you on the whole

not improper to say that east is gorgeous

no wonder the sun rises in the east.

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The Days In Place.

daysIt is a different day

that too of all the days

could be today

might be yesterday

a day before yesterday

a day after  of all days

as I feel all days

assign to varied ways

they pass with a grace

each one has no trace

they seem to phase

come and strike the face

well, that is how it is in a chase

forces everyone to race

keeps them mostly in a daze

while the nights are in  a haze

the sun rises with its bright rays

more or less it happens in all places.

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The Mighty Ocean

The mighty ocean is still

unusual in its behave

movements without a kill

seems to be not brave.

The mighty ocean is quiet

different from the regular

tidal waves without a fight

apparently not in a prefer.

The mighty ocean is sullen

flows without a tremor

rises up almost done

falls down in a murmur.

The mighty ocean is peculiar

soft and sweet nowadays

strange in its behaviour

dances gleefully with a grace.mighty ocean

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Mother Feeds—-No Inhibition

A child hungrily sucks the breast
the mother holds him in a fond rest
a beautiful sight to view
the child has no clue
hunger is his only thought
other than else no other slot
the mother’s blood turns into milk
the child finishes his feed with a lick
the milk being a life-giving nectar
complements and supplements all sectors
it is a boon to both the giver and the receiver
like mercy it is twice blest
blesses the one that gives
and the one that takes
with the mother having gained benefits
the child nevertheless faces no deficit
they present a picture of bliss and grace
nothing to do with scorn even breast feedingin a trace.

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Ode To The Eyes.

Eyes are beautiful.
The bigger they are
the more charming they look.
The wider they are
the more lovelier they appear.
The lengthier they are
the more attractive they seem.
The narrower they are.smiling eyesteraful eyes
the more finer they pose.

Eyes speak volumes.
The happier they are
the more blissful they look.
The sadder they look
the more tearful they appear.
The more anxious they are
the more resourceful they seem.
The more loving they are
the more graceful they pose.

Eyes are expressive.
Eyes reveal kindness in the go
by liberally sharing the largess with all.
They give out a sobriety in the run
by carefully intimating the danger to all.
They show a feeling of discrimination in the move
by sincerely pinpointing the good from the bad to all.
They light up when they see their loved one
by beckoning to him with a passionate invitation.

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Pleasant What May.

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.