The little finger
tiny and small in stature
does work with a trigger
Without it one has to linger
nothing as such is meagre
everything in fact is bigger
that is the reality in rigour.
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The Green Grass
I see the grass everywhere
with or without care
grows in lands bare
a lovely sight to share.
The green grass is thin
causesnot much of a din
finds itself into the bin
yet sprouts up again with a grin.
The tinier the grass seems
the stronger it is beyond dreams
spreads in a contagious scheme
gets rooted deep into the theme.
That way the grass grows
both in empty land and on the shores
either tended and mow
ed in a close
or left unkempt and left coarse.
The mother in you twinkles
I see a sparkle
and also a trickle.
The mother in you smiles
effortlessly you cross the miles
carry a record of activity in files
The mother in you beams
as you see the order in a stream
and walk with a dream.
The mother in you stands tall
as your children listen to your call
you glide through in ease without a fall.
That be the mother in you at last
a name to reckon with in a cast
up goes your fame all fast.
There ends my eulogy of you
that be the mother in you
a shrine of values true.
The mother in you, I note
keeps a distance from the float
slowly moves away with a quote
“Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”
The mother in you, I presume
watches the son through his resume
likes not to enter his room
as it is time for him to bloom.
The mother in you, I think
wishes to free from the ties in a wink
makes the dominance so far present to shrink
fades into the oblivion without a blink.
The mother in you attempts to teach
the ways you adopted are not a mere preach
they should be followed as examples by each
would certainly have a great reach.
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The Mother In You———-Parenting–3
The mother in you I surmise
at a time accepts without disguise
wills not to take any tries
accepts what comes and behave nice.
The mother in you I perceive
takes not anything under the sleeve
goes on with a staunch believe
an ideal custom that lends a relieve.
The mother in you I hope
at a later stage gives a long rope
but when the children encounter a slope
rushes to help them out to cope.
The mother in you I know
never intends your ward to a follow
inculcates principles profound in slow
a sane procedure that keeps them in a toe.
The mother in you I worship with fervour
a beautiful system you framed
with rigour
took it up with earnestness and valour
has placed you in a pedestal of fame and honour
The mother in you as I find
tells that you are very kind
you treat your children with a vow
never do you let yourself to a bow.
The mother in you I admire
as your ways should come up in wire
you allow them a space to grow
never do you grant them an extra place to slip.
The mother in you I appreciate
the touch you have with them never depreciates
mindless of their age in general
let alone their locations in referral.
The mother in you I dedicate
a loveliness in all with an indicate
the reciprocal you receive from your kids
keeps me aghast and amazed in all bids.
The mother in you
sees your children in true
seeing alone is not the clue
disciplining them is worth a few.
The mother in you more or less
makes you love your child none the less
that is not the only direction in less
it is but one of a process in plus.
The mother in you all the more
watches the child evermore
mean not to go behind him to the core
a distant monitor is the way to reach the shore.
The mother in you has to be careful
a kindling spirit you must be in full
a guiding force all very beautiful
that be the procedure to bring them wonderful.
That be the mother in grace
bringing up children is no haze
the fundamentals are the base
all these would attract a gaze.
The squirrel comes up to my window
goes to the ventilator above
a thoroughfare in ups and downs
made me to eye her with a frown.
This being done for not once a day
being seen all through for a few days.
Curious to find out what is going on?
climbed up the window with a pull on.
Mounted there cosily on the ventilator
the squirrel had built a nest like an incubator
where its little ones lay cuddled together
tiptoed back down without a whisper.
The squirrel followed me in such speed
she had gone out to hunt for feed
rushed to the spot with a fear
envisaging a potential danger.
Stood away from the nest nervous
keenly looked at my move not pernicious
pleased to find me not harmful
chirped happily, a gesture in a way wonderful.
Write your accounts they say
it is a typical way
a record of what you spend
a very good method to depend on
all that is well in spirit
really it gives no respite
a day you forget to write
your conscience kills you not slight
not only, you fear yourself
also, you are scary of the other self
might be your husband at home
who questions you and diffuse your calm
may be your senior in workplace
who makes you feel out of place
Well, this record of what you do
the expenses at home would be few
you know what to buy and what not
there need not be any other way out
writing what you spend and tallying it
time consuming and unnecessary in a bit
the span of life being short
with the survival being fought
an accounting for business is a fit.
but for the house it is unfit
this be my opinion very clear
you may not like it my dear.
I
t is a clamber
also a glamour
a public position
with high disposition
having a control
always on the whole
that of power
with the eye on a tower
and of monetary
an access to the treasury
matters not the slot
be it small or big in thought
the commanding post holds merit
adds to their net worth and credit
become a billionaire in no time
make millions with a dime.
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