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The Three Dimensions.


Round and round goes the clock.

It is a rotation of its little hands.

Round and round goes the earth.

It is a revolution on its own axis.

 

Round and round goes the Man.

It is a movement to circulate physically.

Round  and round he craves in.

It is a motion to spread slander.

 

The clock shows time in precision.

Enacting day and night in decision.

The earth extends to life  a bounty

Enlivening  men and animals  to a dainty.

 

Man breeds enmity  in a concealed security.

He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.

Killing one another is his  discreet strategy.

Annihilating the existence in totality.

 

 

 

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The Duo In Form



Likely to be ignorance.

It is  a pretext of innocence.

It is a mask for foolish deliverance.

It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.

It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.

Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.

Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.

Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.

Time  waits for no man’s observance.

The duo find them in  an entrapped inference.

Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.

Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.

Gradually they fade away from the limelight presence. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Perfidy- Rain & Man


There is  a weather forecast,

The sky looks overcast,

The clouds gather  fast,

It becomes dark ,very dark at last.

 

 

It seems as if it is going to rain,

Condensed vapours stand  like a train,

Wetness can be felt in the grain,

It becomes dark ,very dark at last.

 

 

Expecting  good rains  the farmer  becomes cheerful,

Starts counting his gains hoping a return resourceful,

Bloats  with pride aiming a harvest bountiful,

It  becomes dark ,very dark at last.

 

 

“Did it rain ?”you ask me, at last,

“It did and it did not” !I say downcast,

Rains are like men to the last,

They promise and break in an overcast.

 

 

Believe neither rain nor man entirely,

Both are charming  but perfidious  ambiguously,  

Both preach but  not practise regularly,

Alas! It has become dark, very dark ,at last.