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Anger blame deceit Poetry shift turn

Turn The Table.


Turn the table

a categorical expression

means a lot  if thought  intense.

Table is turned

a convenience literally

the space and the wish matters.

Table is turned

a convenience in a way

shift the blame and game with ease.

Turn the table

with a bang strong

you win though in a wrong.

Turn the table

with a tact smart

again you win the game subtly.

Turn the table

with deceit and anger

you might win the game thereto.

Turning  the table

holds you not for long

as your treachery surfaces slowly.

A moral we learn

a literal turn is yours,flipping_all_the_tables_by_nekoshiba-d570fy2 no issue

a planned turn lets you down.

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Haiku Poetry

The Truth


The truth sustains

never will it see death

lives through truth Haiku forever

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die mother Poetry poverty.

Seeks Alms


There is no food for the child

no clothes  enough for the child

stands bare bodied the little child

the hair lies dishevelled on the child

the eyes send a pain from the child

the thin  hands of the  poor child

hesitantly comes forward in steps  mild

extends her hand slowly to the passersby, poor child

pierces the heart with a stab though in a hide

then the girl  carrying a child

knocks at the car windows  for a while

those in the car drive her wild

wipes her tears with no  shy

walks back to make  another try

her mother is about to die

poor girl, she could not muster a pie.child begs

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create destruct Gods Miracle miracle. Poetry

The Greek And Hindus


There are numerous Gods

in the Greek and Hinduism cards

schedule one to create

another to destruct.

wonder  Gods destruct.

Found in both cultures

as they do nurture

a quaint abstraction

more or less a distraction

similaritiesinclined towards a reverberation.

Shiva in Hindu cult destroys

ignites his third eye  in a choice

Perseus grabs Medusa’s  head

rescues Andromeda

both versions excite  instead.

Countless other Gods they allow

one each, for the wind, the sea and love

chivalry, knowledge, diligence

call for deities in reference

Could be a sign of indulgence?

Zeus and Zephyr to name a few

Vishnu and Krishna take the cue

exalted and enhanced by glamour

along with the shield and armour

enliven themselves with their paramours.

Rituals and festivals abound

accompanied by deafening sound

the upbeat feel is absolute

the unshaken trust  turns resolute

enough to provoke an immolate.

Beliefs and virtues so dear

inculcate a thought of fear

to instil a discipline severe

shapes and figures were engineered

idolatry came to be revered.

Mythology has become a religion  in play

myths are now scriptures  in stay

Gods are in increase all through

penances are ascribed not in few

similarities keep us in blue.

Greek and Hinduism are ancient

their celebrations are fluorescent

talk about miracles in length  all-time

yet the two profess a strength fine

a marvel they are  with shine.

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decipher Poetry resolve unfound.

Up In The Sky


I look up at the sky

see an object  fly

it goes  in a line

very much in a straight line

the line continues

is pure white in hue

I set my eyes on the line

follow it to the quickest  fine

Could it be a heavenly object?

my analytical mind rejects

Could it be a bird?

never it is heard

Could it be a plane

does  it lookline in the sky so plain?

the line goes on and on

as if  a demarcation is  shown

without any resolve

i bend my neck down to solve

the issues on the ground

not wishing to decipher the unfound.

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gracious Poetry

Gracious Unto Thou And To Thy Child!


The toddler is pampered

as her mother goes wayward

not otherwise but in her deal with a child

feeds her child now and then as often

goes round her with a spoonful

coaxes her to partake the entire

dances before as a cajole

fills the little one’s mouth in a jowl

the toddler knows now  the tricks

she plays truantly with a flow

hides herself in one place

naughty she turns  all at once

the mother becomes extensively scary

the girl goes topsy   in a second

while the mother turns crazy

the melodrama continues for days and years

let not the  years spoil the child

as she has to grow into a responsible adult in the go

the way you bring up your child

matters the most in her later life

discipline and  liberty are to be shown

not the one more than the other

proportion the two in a measure

let the combination be  balanced

as the more of one would ruin the child

or be that a less of one

could also destroy the nature of the child

care to be deployed with poise

the child would then blossom with grace

Gracious Unto thou and to thy mother-and-child-against-a-green-background-mary-cassattchild.

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blessed desperate Poetry skate. Wish

To See Snow.


I like to see the snow

and espy its vastness

white it lies  all around

fluffy it looks in the course

enchanting it is to me

as I find in  the pictures

fascinating it could be

if I see them in real.

The snow is cold  and pure

a skate  through the smooth layers

would be a refreshing glide in a slide

a whisk and a whizz through the snow

could be an experience in itself

as a child wanted to make snowballs

the wish is unfulfilled till this time

Would I see snow before I die?

Desperate I am to experience the snow fall

Know not why I have this sensitive call?

Snow, its whiteness holds me spellbound

its softness makes me wonder

this sheet of ice could be so marvellous

fortunate are those who live in snowclad mountains

deem myself to be blessed less from the rest

as I live away, far away from the lovely snow.snow clad mountains

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accounting Poetry wary

Books Open And Shut


ledgerThe books are opened and closed

know not for what and why it happens

could it be an attempt forced

as that of a boy made to do so

reluctant he is  to open

feels better sooner he shuts.

Could it be an accounts  book?

The partners are wary to open

with the accounting all crook

eager to hide and  shut

many more possibilities  could be there

these are but a few that come to mind

being possible chances all so ever.

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merit Poetry strength

My Alma Mater


The school I went

seems to be different

way back in the sixties

there were a freedom and a strictness

found with a lot of references

the no uniform code is one such

kept us in a board  and stretched

like butterflies with bright feathers

we went to school in all colours

no shoes  we wore but slippers alone

as our place  has a warm tone

our feet never perspired profusely

nor smelt  bad and felt  swanky

our hair was tightly plaited  into two

and ribbons were tied around  them

flowers were strewn together  in a string

adorned our hair in a beautiful swing

the teachers were kind and  effective

gave us a lot of space to turn reflective

they  taught us not only the subjects

also made us understand the objects around

my alma mater  was an excellent place to study

extends stillSchool an invasive knowledge and wisdom steady

am greatly indebted to the school of great merit

made me a woman of strength with  wholesome credit.

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harbinger Poetry

Blows His Own Trumpet.


Regret what you have said in rash

not his cup of tea at all

he speaks with a shout and a dash

always his way in a call.

Goes he with a smile and tease

when he himself is to be fleeced

behaves in a manner most  egoistic

never he has shown stoic.

He is with so many defaults

harbinger of countless faults

poses himself to be  godly

a blower of his own trumpet  blows his trumpet.sadly..