Sucking his thumb
with the noise
the baby sat quiet
in his pram
while the mother
went shopping around
buying grocery and
vegetables for a week.
Piling the bought
in a big bag
the mother pushed the pram
while the baby was sucking
sup, sup in tune.
Meeting an old friend
the mother started talking
forgetting the baby
and the shopping bag.
A man noting the mother’s
carelessness dodged in
made good of the baby and the bag.
The baby still sucking his thumb
lay undisturbed.
The man pushed the pram
by the dingy and ran
with the grocery in speed.
The little one was
peacefully sitting calm
making a noise
sup,sup.
Category: Poem
A way of reluctance is seen in me late
as it always interrupts my course be it fate
and sets a break in the move in a rate.
Reluctance has grown with age
removing the little flexibility I had in age
to a status of going on my own stage.
Reluctance to accept the feign and lies
forces me to keep away from such guys
seeking the intricate base through the eyes.
Reluctance to be in the limelight for years 
by not giving a chance to the peers
has made me an introvert mere.
Reluctance to amass wealth by betraying the rightful
rejecting the wealth and reputation blissful
has dubbed me a disenchanting fool.
In a way reluctance has helped me to stand above all
Losing much in financials but in nothing else I stand tall
in pride and contentment dashing other’s snarl.
A big tree mesmerises me all through.
Spreading like a canopy wide and large
The bright green leaves throw a cluster.
Branching out in all ways far and wide
giving shade in directions almost over
east,west, south and north all four
calling all to come and rest under her
giving all the best it can to every being.
flowers to those who love them
fruits to those who like them
shelter to those who come under her.
what not she gives liberally
what els she has to give freely..
Beating the billionaires in their philanthropy
the tree stands erect. and magnanimous
Outsmarting the religious in their charity
the tree looms large and generous.
Overcoming the Blue Cross in their care for animals
the tree throws a large heartedness
Exceedin
g the Red Cross in their service
the tree forges ahead. in magnitude
Surpassing all educational institutions in imparting learning
the tree glorifies wearing a halo around her.
The Tree, enlarges in eloquence
She is an impasse Great and Divine.
N
ot knowing when the rains would come
hung the clothes to dry in the sun shine
As had no work went to sleep in the bedroom
I slept like a log and the time was nine.
I got up after I heard the calling bell.
Drawing the curtains found to my dismay
that it had been raining like hell.
I ran towards the yard in an array..
The clothes were soaked in water.
Took them and placed them in the dryer.
After wrenching every drop of water
hung them once again in the open yard near the foyer.
The sun had come out fully and shining.
As there was no sign of rain anymore
went out with my friend who had come calling.
Spent some time with her in a shop called Baltimore
Spending a few hours with her made my way home.
Lo! the rain clouds were again gathering fast
chiding myself I hurried back home
hoping to reach home before the rains start
I had been a few minutes late and the rains had come.
This time it was a thrash and a torrence.
My clothes were once again drenched wholesome
forcing me again to carry the work in all reverence.
The girl in pink
wrote a letter in ink
asking her friends to think
not to merely blink.
Her friends failed to do
as they were a lazy duo
could not think in a flow
but gave each other blows.
The girl felt dull
as she could not pull
her friends from the null
as they flopped full and full.
She let them go
to a place of snow
where the standard is below
so that they could learn slow.
A politician with billions
with a stock of bullion
about to make a trillion
longs for a thousand .
He extracts the amount
from a small timer’s recount
as a spoil for accounts
apportioning for black.
What is he up to?
a friend in incognito
put forth questions two
unanswerable by me too.
Thinking for a while
and analysing in style
my friend brought a file
which exposed the vile.
Bribes small and big
covers like a wig
concealing the rig
from the sleuth’s dig.
Money that comes in
gets out therein
knows not wherein
it goes without a din.
Trillion he might have
thousands make a shave
making him very brave
till he reaches the grave.
Categories
The Shadow And The Lark.
I saw a shadow
which was a little hollow
looked very massive
pointing to the infinitive.
The shadow was dark.
found in a park
with a beautiful lark
perched on its bark.
The lark called out
Its companion came out
with a loud shout
reverberating all throughout.
The wind came across
the shadow moved in a floss
dancing along the dark gloss
outsmarting all laws.
The lark flew away
with a fear on the way
holding its companion in a play
speeding through the bay.
The shadow grew in size
becoming bigger in a few tries.
Outgrowing beyond highs
it signalled a heavy sigh.
The lark made good the escape.
Very soon it reached the Cape.
The shadow turning out of shape
collapsed as though in a rape.
Black and white
are the colours of races
and documents too
Nothing to do
makes me do something.
Something to do
makes me do everything
and I become tied up
once again to the mundane
unable to get out
from the rut.
Hug and tug
are symbols of modern love
kiss not anymore. 
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