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The Discriminations Of Quarter.


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.

 

 

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The Dimensions Of Half.


The conspiracy  hatched  is half way through.

The dealing is a  half-hearted attempt in view.

The discussion seems to be  half over without a clue.

The outcome is dead, half dead , true.

 

He enters the scene  with half a mind

He seems to be half awake not totally blind.

He looks half mad without a slightest bind.

He is partially  half dumbfounded  delivering nothing kind.

 

 

 

Half of anything looks good.

Half of anything appears  bad too.

Half of all things describes plenty.

Half of all things  depict a frugality  too

 

The price quoted is  only half the value.

  Proposing an arbitrary half pursue.

The fixation would bring half the revenue.

Recording  an unproductive reconciliation all through.

 

 

 

 

The lips curve half denoting a weary smile.

The eyes cast a half look expressing a guile.

The speech is half-baked exposing a frivolous pile.

The gait is half  strained illustrating a peevish style.

 

 The idea half usurps the feasibility most often.

The thought half pitches every now and then.

The outcome  half delineates an uneasiness in turn.

The plausibility of half directs an unsure  enthusiasm solemn.

 

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The Clouds Gather


It is a sight to see the clouds gather.

They seem to dash against each other.

They attempt to pass over one another.

They are dark and bright all over.

The black clouds appear to jump over.

The bright ones seem to hover.

The dark clouds look  full with moisture.

The bright  clouds appear like fluffy flakes all over.

The moisture laden clouds try to fall as a shower.

The snow clouds instigate a stoppage as ever.

Which would triumph in the race as forever?

If the black one wins it is a boon to all whatsoever.

As it ushers copious rain and prosperity more so ever.

 

 

 

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A Dance In France.


It was in France.

I saw a dance.

It depicted a romance.

It was a delightful stance.

It was a sprightly advance.

It instigated a trance.

 

The episodes were enhancing.

The movements were scintillating.

The music was capturing.

The presentation was engulfing.

On the whole it was vivaciously charming.

 

Round and round the danseuse moved in a whirl.

Round and round the music filled in a swirl.

Round and round the expressions gathered in a curl.

Round and round the scenes changed in a furl.

Round and round the drummers beat in a hurl.

 

It was a recital very engaging.

It was a concert very enlivening.

It was an experience absolutely enthralling.

It released a significant  nostalgic feeling.

On the whole it was overwhelmingly amazing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Piquancy


Scared I stood behind the door.

Suddenly there erupted a roar.

Shivering I waited for more.

Hope there should be nothing in store.

 

Any move would  cause a blow.

I took a few steps in tip toe.

My legs dragged me to a slow.

What would come next I do not know.

 

Moved ahead with a caution to the door.

Peeped  through the hole  in the door.

I saw something tiny crossing the door.

I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.

 

With confidence I opened the door.

I could see nothing out there along the door.

What was it then that moved through the door?

I got in slamming the door.

 

It was my mind that was working feverish.

It was my mind that kept me in anguish.

Mostly it is my mind that interrogates with a garnish.

Finally all  end up in a situation sans relish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scared I stood behind the door.

Suddenly there erupted a roar.

Shivering I waited for more.

Hope there should be nothing in store.

 

Any move would cause a blow.

I took a few steps in tip toe.

My legs dragged me to a slow.

What would come next I do not know.

 

Moved ahead with a caution to the door.

Peeped through the hole in the door.

I saw something tiny crossing the door.

I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.

 

With confidence I opened the door.

I could see nothing out there along the door.

What was it then that moved through the door?

I got in slamming the door.

 

It was my mind that was working feverish.

It was my mind that kept me in anguish.

Mostly it was my mind that interrogated with a garnish.

Finally it ended up in a situation sans relish.

 

 

 

 

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A Red Flower Over There.


It was a beautiful red flower in full bloom.

It was  a pleasing red .

It was a lovely red.

It was a cheerful red.

It was not angry red.

It was not fiercely red.

It was not  dangerously red.

It beckoned with a grace.

It reckoned with a poise.

It depicted a welcome choice.

It portrayed  a smiling face.

The red flower’s charm lasted a day.

The red colour faded the next day.

The next morn it drooped down dead on the ground grey.

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A Lovely Exchange.


It was an exchange,

Neither dealing with currency in  a range.

Nor involving a barter all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Away from the economy in a range,

Far  away from the mundane all the same.

 

It was an exchange.

Across the deep blue ocean in a range,

Covering thousands of kilometers  all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Where age did not come into the range,

Where affection stood above  all the same.

 

It was an exchange ,

Where the grandson poured out his thoughts in a range,

Where the grandmother listened mesmerised all the same.

 

Then it is not an exchange,

You might  blindly say in a range,

Yet it was sharing of feelings in a manner strange.

 

 

 

 

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A Gift


A gift bought with care,

unmindful of fare,

was a piece very rare,

bearing lot of credentials to share.

proposing many features in pair.

 

It was brought across the shore,

was priceless even more.

The special feeling it bore,

was the core,

enhancing the significance by a score.

 

Reaching the destination finally,

it was unpacked carefully,

Lo! it was damaged slightly.

the tear was visible obviously.

The precious  gift lost its value immediately.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Deal


Eat vegetables calls the father.

Drink fruit juice  pleads the mother.

Take cereals for breakfast shouts the father.

Have a cup of milk compels the mother.

The six-year-old has a lot to bother.

She prefers chips and muffins altogether.

She looks beseechingly at her father.

She turns lovingly at her mother.

Her eyes express her desire rather.

Would she have her choice? a pointer.

Never would she we gather.

 

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A Four Letter Word.


It is a four letter word.

Call it what you may.

It is  on the sign board.

It  denotes a place.

Many names are below it.

They also stand for places.

The four letter word stands first.

Look at it, nothing else.

The command reckons.

She being a scholar stays put.

She gazes at it from afar.

Nothing is visible.

The colours blue and white sparkles.

She sits  puzzled.

She sees no letters

She perceives  a writing vague.

She squints her eyes.

Tries to decipher.

She could not.

It is a four letter word.

Shouts  the voice.

She keeps silent

She has become an illiterate.

She expresses a wry smile.

She makes no noise.