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The Father’s Day To Me.


It  is Father’s day

seem to me very different

we had in our days

no such events

yet we loved our fathers

did not tell them loudly

admiration and respect we had  together

nothing into the cloudy

it was a subtle appreciation

we nurtured  secretly in our minds

Father to us was a creation

with much authority in a kind

we nestled close to our mothers

fathers stood a little aside.

Coming to my father

his immaculate white attire

caught all eyes rather

never seen him in any other colour

not very tall in stature

posted a smile always

that  undoubtedly won over

the hearts of many in everyway

a  gentleman to the core

dynamic and impressive in posture

sported a  twinkle in his eyes

could write a beautiful brochure

about his routine and ways .

Anyhow I remember him today

not for his genoristy or love

the measure he adopted  in a way

especially towards me in a proof

had made me what I am today

independent and stern in attitude

let me end with good old memeories

as they alone would make anyone k6094394happy.

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A Defence Without Offence


The craving as it is

anything sugary  in a wish

one of taste mostly

and of words certainly

call me at times needed

the pastries sugar coated

delights one and all in total

lip-smacking they are

most savoury they are

gives a quaint feel in  all

as the lips touch each other

the longing concludes as ever

with a joy and favour .

The accounts of words  pleasant

emanate a sense  credibly decent

as they flow with an ease

not indicative of a tease

coax and cajole with a touch

release a relax as such

kindles the spirit with grace

inspires the mind  with a blaze

the value of sugar is immense

the white granules   make one tense

say many with a proof  of  pressure variance

anything taken  in a measure lends radiance

that go with the sugar too in all  sequence.sugar- coated