Soft is my elbow
gentle is my bow
tiny are my toes
vibrant are my foes
I stoop not low
none could stop my flow
Well, I do not know
how I am able to still glow?
Category: Poetry
The mighty ocean is still
unusual in its behave
movements without a kill
seems to be not brave.
The mighty ocean is quiet
different from the regular
tidal waves without a fight
apparently not in a prefer.
The mighty ocean is sullen
flows without a tremor
rises up almost done
falls down in a murmur.
The mighty ocean is peculiar
soft and sweet nowadays
strange in its behaviour
dances gleefully with a grace.
It is heaven they say
seeing things beautiful in a way
could it be a play
could it be also a rejoice in a gay
pretty and dainty all the day
impressive in the stay
desirous to keep them in a fray
the exaltation turns into a prayer
the anthem converts into a song
deep down the heart it flows
lively in a subdued force
a gentle lullaby it sounds
a gradual strength within the
bounds.
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Water Scarcity.
The water is scarce
in a way it is a farce,
the unmindful usage
the disregard for storage
has led to a disaster unpredictable
great and impenetrable.
the world is at a loss
Could be turned into false
with conservation careful
along with preservation to the full.
The diversity as seen
landscapes as have been
undualting and flat in a way
makes it look like a play
the ups and downs
makes one to frown
yet they seem to be attractive
as they remain inconclusive
whare do they start ?none know
where they end up? no one knows
they go to places in the stretch
call us together in a fetch
we crowd to such places
happiness is apparent in our faces
yes, Nature is such a beauty
has lot of treasures in its booty
a great going indeed as I admire her
an admiration grows around her
well, Nature is enormously fastidious
and everything looks infectious.
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A Communion With Infinity
A tree over there
looks so huge
spreads a canopy
a shady deal
a respite from the heat
a beautiful panorama
grand and eloquent in strength
where I could see
nests of birds
while squirrels go up and down
the monkeys all up to pranks
the fruits hang down
large and lascivious
bright and yellow
the tree seems a paradise
great like a device
awesome and breathtaking
lovely and exasperating
I see the glamour
the magnificence enhances
a communion with the infinity
lasts all day long.
I had the fright of life
it was not worrisome in strife
I panicked and tweaked all the more
shed tears almost to the score
a fortnight I had been so
it was a nightmare in the go
I lost concentration all the while
not mine in the style
I succumbed to the threat
I started to fret
I cried and sobbed all too much 
dragging with me my loved ones as such
the phase has passed now
I am clear as much as I know
great and good in a form
smart, cheerful and calm
as ever before in the flow
I have become myself in a slow.
I stand back with awe
I could decipher a flaw
it is a serious one
Could have been undone
Alas! It is very much there
none would dare
ĺies in a heap
very much in a steep
unable to shake it clean
Stays long in the scene
I stand back in awe
I could decipher a flaw.
It is a battle
causes a big rattle
noise emanates loud
fumes go above the cloud
confusion is all around
what could be in the surround?
a disturbance all in the turmoil
presents one to recoil
yet the turbulence rocks
result in a block
that of the mind and the physic
strangle all to specifics
of great and small
could lead to a fall.
It is a follow-up
could be a top up
a strange feeling gets along
makes one nowhere in a belong
approximating the decimals
fixing it to the minimal
I look at me with disdain
I have not gained
nor have I taken care of me
always the family before me
never bothered to take a concern
nor was able to discern
I too am a human being
with all the feelings
lived like a stone with no moves
receiving all with no proofs
I, in the course, lost myself
now have sunk deep down
stand I dazed unable to find myself
well, that could be a possibility in the down.
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