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Ode to a Peacock.

Up on the hillock,

up on the grassy lock,

up over a marshy block,

up at the strike of the clock,

amidst a happy flock,

there was a lovely slot.

A dainty entry from the hills,

with a sharp bill,

with a sapphire fill,

calling in a voice shrill,

made its way in a drill,

it was an enticing dance.

The colourful feathers spread grand,

opened up like a canopy on a land,

throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,

the dense feathers enchanted the band,

it appeared as an action of a magic wand,

It created a trance.

The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,

it greeted the pleasantries of south,

it solicited the charm of west,

it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,

exhibiting a marvellous feat,

it was a concert best.

Hopping it went ahead,

jumping it trotted back,

elaborating it moved right,

accelerating it speeded left,

displaying a nimble footed treat,

it held everyone in toes.

Crooning goes round the peahen

singing tunes of love in tens,

kindling the peacock to dance in sevens,

enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,

Good God! it was nothing but heavens,

it was a beautiful romance.

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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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A Searching

It is a likelihood of terms.

It is a livelihood of means.

It is that which protract.

It is a pronouncement of authority.

It is a reference to dignity.

It is that which reacts.

It is a scene of distraction.

It is a sequence of deviation.

It is that which distributes.

It is a cause for anxiety.

It is a wait for result.

It is that which attributes .

It is a general outlook.

It is a genial approach.

It is that which occupies.

It is a classic example.

It is a wonderful picture.

It is that which presents.

It is a lovely grace.

It is a fine poise.

It is that which creates.

It is an apparition.

It is a distinction.

It is that which endears.

Well it is a synthesis.

Well it is a symphony.

Well it is that which enlightens.

So goes on the thoughts.

So runs the descriptions.

So spreads the vision.

Light up a needy child.

Brighten up the handicapped.

Take care of the aged.

A motivation that has to be elicited.

A motto that has to be adopted.

A memorandum that has to be understood.

It might sound like a teaching.

It might echo a preaching.

In reality it is a searching.

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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 Deal

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 14, 2012
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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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The Dance of Little Meenu.

Post author By meenas17
Post date April 24, 2012
2 Comments on The Dance of Little Meenu.

Little Meenu was singing all by herself.

She was dancing all by herself.

She was the star performer that day

She was the best dancer all the way.

Meenu was singing at the top of her voice.

Her imagination extended beyond her toys.

Nursery rhymes were her best choice.

She set them to her own tune with rejoice.

Round and round she went in steps slow.

She danced merrily to the melodious flow.

It was both western and oriental in one blow.

Her singing and dancing made her glow.

Her first line was “row,row,your boat”.

It was followed by “are you sleeping ” in a float.

She went back to “row, row, your boat”

She then sang “Baa,Baa Black sheep” as an end note.

Meenu covered the big stage with ease.

Her movements were soft as a snowy fleece.

Her melody was like a soft breeze.

Her recital was an impressive feast.

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Schools Today

Schools are production houses akin to industries

They are into manufacturing process with diligence,

Children are spun into yarn without any thick and thin,

Then woven into weft and warp without any fault,

Finally they find their light more or less like a cloth

Schools are into intense competition,

Learning by rote is the only assumption,

Reading becomes a mere automatic application,

Writing takes the form of just copying,

Comprehension is nowhere to be found.

Children perform under pressure,

Losing their childhood in the course,

Scores usurp the central place,

Assimilation takes the back seat,

It is a mechanical mess up.

Tests and exams are predominant,

High grades are the goal of the parents,

Streams of examinations besiege the young mind,

Abandoning them into a cess pool of valuation,

Dooming them to a world of professionalism.

Each child has a liking of its own,

Each one can live his life only once,

Robbing them of their play and leisure,

Compelling them to forsake their ambition,

Is a dreaded sin than any other.

Schools with excessive achievements,

Steal the show and grab the status,

Their demands make us fall back,

The education imparted is no way fabulous,

Yet we find a long queue waiting in their gates.

Two and a half-year old has to take a test,

Parents have to attend interviews,

Those who are supposed to be in the cradle,

Come out to face the stern teachers,

The sweet smile converts itself to a loud cry.

Oh! what a cruelty the children undergo,

Where are you Blue cross and Red cross?

Taking care of animals is humanitarian,

How do you miss the plight of the toddlers?

Could you not do anything to save them?

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Schools Of Yester Year.

Years ago children loved school,

it was another home to them,

Learning was never cumbersome,

It rendered a development wholesome.

Children learnt with ease,

Numbers were easily mastered,

Letters were finely read,

Everything went directly to the head.

Learning was both study and play,

Simple practices enabled counting

Carry over was established in adding,

Take away was used in subtracting.

Language became a felicitous facility,

Grammar opened up the intricacies,

Usage delivered the delicacies,

Communication became relevancies.

It was an enjoyable experience,

The teacher and taught worked together,

There was no pressure or ill feeling rather,

It was a perfect harmony altogether.

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A Baby’s First Crawl

Lying down on his stomach ,

Looking around to check,

Pulling his legs to the fore,

He fell down on the floor.

He got hurt to an extent,

He cried to his heart’s content,

Then attempted again,

Alas ! he slipped in the bargain

He threw an angry look around

Stared in anger at the ground,

Shouted something in a loud voice

He stretched himself in a choice.

The baby became restless,

He slowly dragged his legs breathless,

Steadied himself to a right position

He remained waiting for the next decision.

He suddenly took a four-legged step,

Moved his right leg in a forward pep,

The left one followed in a quick,

Architecting an advance like a trick.

The ruse went on for a little time,

It was like a poetic rhyme,

The crawl was with a rhythmic ease,

That brought no ridiculing tease.

It was fun to see him crawl for the rest,

It was for him a highly priced test,

He had taken a move daring,

Is it not a praiseworthy sharing?

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Love Changes All

It is a very long travel all the more,

Very far from home,

Too much different from home,

Bound by love and affection all the more.

Living under the same roof, all the way

Is nevertheless a strife all through the day,

Looking at each other all the time

Is an awesome bother most of the time.

It has been the way of life shortly,

Flying tempers break the monotony,

Shaking the basics of harmony,

Finally seeking shelter in shelves solitary.

It was drive clouded with hesitation,

It was a long flight across to the destination,

The tired mind encountered a warm reception,

Endowing a resourceful inspiration

It was pure affection and love,

Emanating from a son beloved,

Brought up as a precious jewel all above

Stands exposed to the vagaries of time in the strove

Nudging close to me he learnt alphabets,

Lying on my lap he counted numbers to a test

Numeric got their value in their best,

Letters put together rocked in their crest.

He grew in my shadow,

Letters pushed the numbers below,

Writing overtook counting in the flow

Creating a “Man Of Letters” in a full glow.

His writing took its wings,

Away he flew from me

To places far beyond the shores in swings

Bringing laurels to him and pride to me all the more.

Rising up in stature he remains fair,

His nest got enlarged in the fare,

A dedicated wife to take care ,

A quick-witted daughter to share.

Enjoyed every moment of my sojourn,

An unknown place became known,

A biting cold took a bearable tone ,

Well! Love gets enthroned in an exclusive zone.

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