Sharing is noble.
Sharing everything with all
is a disable.
Category: Poem
Culture calls for vouchsafe
with a dividing behave
going over the states
on an unconfirmed dates
crossing the borders
with an easy order
overtaking the glamour
that get with it in a clamour
shadowing the contingencies
with diluted discrepancies
showing a concise uniformity
in a prescribed impetuosity
Culture is a reflex image
that brings out a damage
if not taken care of entirely
with an assigned formality
igniting the differences
with feigned references
would lead to a revolt
with an unforeseen assault.
Culture of a society
dwells in its capacity
to work together
and to gather
strength and unity
with a curiosity
ushering a flourish
with a lively cherish.
A little pup was in the middle
with its half-open eyes stood still.
Cars rushing up and down
passed without knocking him down
Cyclists pedalling slow
did not stoop low.
Pedestrians walking along
did not bother about his belong.
The pup remained there till noon
A boy saw the stranded pup in the afternoon.
Without a thought ran to the pup
and carefully lifted him up
Holding him close to his bosom
went towards his home.
He gave him little milk
placed him on the mat silk.
Share!
The greedy hand
seized the brand
built with pain
let alone for gain.
The brand was a fruit
of a band cute
developing patents
to the able tenants.
In a limited time
the greedy claim
the rights as their own
usurping all in a tone.
The inventions
got a distinction
but this abrupt seizure
served as teaser.
Well, that being so
the avaricious in slow
snatch the whole
causing a drole.
No not what to do
the brainy brood
losing their rights
which go out of sight.
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Endowments.
Beneath a large tree
there was a bumble bee
humming a song
as it roamed along
sucking the nectar
from a sector
of a shoe flower
at the end lower
the pollens stick
to its wings in a wink
while the bee flies away
the grains scatter in the way
causing a pollination
in a most unobtrusive fashion
enriching nature with a fecundity
enabling a carry over in all its entirety.
The tiny rat got into the room.
I tried to chase it with a broom.
It ran here and there in fear.
I ran everywhere.
The rat squeaked and cried.
However much I tried
I could not strike it.
It looked so agile and fit
Knowing not how to catch the rat
hesitantly gave a blow with a bat.
The rat fell down flat and swirled.
In a few minutes it lay dead.
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The House That Would Be
A spacious house it would be
if designed with an eye on an alibi
of halls opening into corridors
of long passages with massive doors
in turn letting to a vivid grass
where long stretch of rose beds cross
rooms with windows on opposite sides
promoting ventilation without any slide
holding furnitures of teak and rosewood
decked with inlays of mother of pearl in a brood
While the doors execute a chaste reference
the windows induct a brisk inference.
as the walls stand out with murals
of value and tradition describing the medieval
fittings of light exude a warmth and rectitude
adding up the grace and glory with a beautiful. attitude.
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Travel With Nature.
Nature takes you along
wherever it goes.
Go with the river
you lose your shiver,
Get ahead over the hill
it would bring you peace still.
Watch the Ocean
that enumerates extensive reason.
Look at the tree.
It would make your mind free.
Observe a plant
which demonstrate implants.
Last of all the flower
which exhibits beauty forever. 
Nothing could pass through
as the partition was thick .
Nothing could pass through
as the division was in brick.
Nothing could enter through
either physical or abstract
as the passage was guarded
with the best available track.
The wall real or imaginary
is an obstacle for promiscuous revelry.
The wall serves as a fortress
against ill will and theatrical largess
The wall would outbeat the Berlin Wall
in its eloquence and in grandeur tall.
The Great Wall of China would play a second fiddle
to the wall raised in mind and heart looking like a riddle.
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Unabated Cry.
The babe was crying.
while the mother was sleeping.
Hearing the baby’s cry
the mother opened her eyes.
Rocked the cradle few times
to make the little one sleep in time.
The baby continued crying.
The mother unknowing
at the moment what to do
resorted to feeding in a go.
The lady of the next house
came in swift toes.
Looking at the baby close
she found a small ant in force
biting the baby under the nose.
Smiling she caught the ant red
and put the baby in the bed.
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