It is going to rain cats and dogs.
As the sky is downcast in clogs.
As the clouds are dark with fog.
Are they signs of rain? is the log.
They are says the common jog.
But they are far from true say some with agog.
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The Lovely Morn
The bees are buzzing busy.
The birds are tweeting cheerfully.
The peacock is dancing happily.
The squirrels are chirping incessantly.
The lizards are talking untiringly.
The frogs are grunting loudly.
The dogs are barking fiercely.
The cats are mewing demurely
The men are snoring peacefully.
As the morn dawns.
The deities in temples are divine.
They are made of stones fine.
They elucidate a lovely shine.
Deities have sculptural beauty.
The artisans carve it with duty.
Giving them a lofty credibility.
Bringing out a design of chastity.
Deities are now decked with outfits in gold
They make the deities appear bold.
The shine extols the charm people are told.
Gold deduces the divinity to a mere metallic hold.
Silver too competes with the metal yellow.
The mercurial dazzle dims the glow.
Grace is dimmed by the silvery flow.
Money overtakes purity in a slow.
Temples are no longer place of prayer.
They indulge in display of wealthy layer.
We hear no songs sung with fervour.
We listen to talks of self praise all over.
Temples no longer exude warmth.
They detract every one by exposing wealth.
Instigating a feeling of stealth.
Sealing the mind with ill-health.
Quarter has lots of shelter
It shows in fours as an alter.
Quarterly results have volumes to infer.
The quarters are lovely decipher.
The quarter of the world is land.
The rest is water in eternal grand.
One quarter of the world has light in hand.
The next quarter has night in brand.
The first quarter of the year takes rapid stride.
Mild set back settles in the next quarter’s ride.
Followed by fatigue in the third quarter’s side.
Finally the last quarter seeks a hide.
Quarter professes a sluggish 
demeanour.
It induces a slight intoxication in the behaviour.
This specific fraction is bereft of grandeur.
As it has no gusto in the life’s reservoir.
It is a half crescent.
It looks nascent.
It tends to be stringent.
It has a status regent.
It grows with pleasure.
It wanes in measure.
It succumbs to pressure.
In a lethargic leisure.
Indeed it is a covetous treasure.
Every fortnight it grows in size.
Every other fortnight it demurely lies.
Its expansion has a phenomenal rise.
Its contraction has defeated ties.
Irresistbly it has a fascinating prize.
It shines in the night.
Emitting a cool light.
Expressing no flight.
Empowering a rational plight.
Indeed it delivers a lovely sight.
Does it not exhibit an analogue?
Does it not record a dialogue?
Does it not appear as a prologue?
Does it not sound like an epilogue?
Curiously it is not in thetreasure, leisure, ressure, pleasure, sight, catalogue.
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The Gender
Equality is the word most pronounced these days.
Men and women are equal in all ways.
This in reality is only a say.
Men still rule high though with a prolapse.
They set aside their ominous lapse.
They walk with pride even in a collapse.
Women still toil in profound silence.
They brush aside every offence.
They are expected not to raise their voice in defence.
Men are not any better than the women.
In truth women fare well than men.
The fact which provokes all men.
Women strive for excellence.
Perfection is their preference.
They interact with lot of sense.
Women rule with an iron hand.
Their executions are always grand.
They add the charm to the band.
There is slipshod in their stance.
There are breaks and falls by chance.
That do not disqualify them from our glance.
Appreciation is what they require.
Scathing criticism they do not desire.
Their enthusiasm is a lovely fire.
Men and women are entwined in life.
They go ahead together in strife.
Living graciously as man and wife.
Totally it is a claim of all things
A claim comprising everything.
Stocks and shares take the wing.
Land and property give a ring.
Gold and silver oscillate in a swing.
The claimant poses to be a King.
He wants for himself everything.
He amasses all with greed in the touching.
The others are left with a desolate reaching.
He enjoys the wealth with a great tweeting.
He leaves the rest in a dilemma wriggling.
This is found in corporate and in all dwellings.
Avarice gains predominance in all surroundings.
It dumps the world in a profound sinking.
It was a wait, very long wait.
It was an expectation, much expected.
It was a desire, most wished.
It was a thought, serious thought.
It was a solution, well solved.
It was a decision, carefully decided.
It was an inclusion, stealthily included.
It was a belief, strongly believed.
Well it was everything that comprised all things.
Wading through the rubbish plastic.
Skipping over the garbage drastic.
Sneezing frequently over the smell caustic.
Negotiating round the corner as a rustic.
Reached the destination in a manner stoic.
It is easy to blame others.
It is easier to find fault.
It is easiest for all to run away .
It is difficult to complete a task.
It is far more difficult to accomplish it with dignity.
It is most difficult for everyone to praise the genuine.
It is easy to point the finger.
It is easier to mock.
It is easiest to grab the honour finally.
It is difficult to negotiate .
It is more difficult to resolve.
It is most difficult for all to approve the diligent.
Well that is how the world looks at things.
Well that is what each one is made off.
Well the earnest goes unhonored and unrecognised.
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