My child cries
for reasons he knows not
he cries loud.
My child laughs
for reasons he knows not
he laughs loud.
His cry and laugh
do not claim any reason
he being a child.
Category: reason
Disoriented is the mind after a shock.
Disenchanted is the soul as it experiences a block.
Disheartened is the heart as it hits the rock.
Disturbed is the thought as it is subjected to a mock.
Disintegrated becomes the idealism as it stumbles into a deadlock.
Dishevelled is the hair as the curls fall in locks.
Disfigured is the face as hurdles besiege it in a flock.
Dislocated is the disc as hurried movements enforce a knock.
Distraught is the being as every other thing takes it to an extreme stock.
A for apple points out the little girl in cheer
B for ball shouts another little one in gear.
So goes the identification of alphabets without fear.
The child learns the language as years fold.
Mastering the language she achieves a status gold.
Her observations bring out a lively union.
while apple and ball fall back into the oblivion.
Christ is held in high esteem by Christians with no substitution.
Shiva holds the sway over the Hindus of Saivite tradition.
Vishnu adds fervour to an Hindu sect of another definition.
Hinduism abounds in infinite nomenclature.
Mohamed is the renowned prophet of Islamic culture
Buddha is the originator of Buddhism.
Religions find their way assuring multi fold ism
Apple and ball make the child to recognise letters
as they are necessary for the young mind to rise above fetters.
Facilitating a learning with a skill to analyse better.
Holy scriptures make Man to derive truth from the tenets
The idols are like patrolling sergeants reprimanding the erring tenants.
They provide him with a comprehensive enrichment in the strike.
Singing rhymes and hymns deliver grace to child and Man alike
As alphabets form the basis of language in general
idols personify “Truth” in specific annals
As language clads the ideas with links careful
truth discovers the ideals through distinctions lawful
Knowledge calls for dedication and sincerity
as truth eulogizes the righteous and shuns infidelity.
So it goes “Truth” is religion and God is “Truth”.
Vows and promises made along
inflict a constraint all along.
Vows are made in the face of challenges
that exceed at times beyond the ranges.
Promises sworn in times of emergency
lay a refrain in days of urgency.
Vow to do a deed is a no mean achievement
leading to a pronounced denouement.
Promises of merit are to kept at any cost
as otherwise they seem a meaningless slot.
Both are dead easy to confirm and construct
as long as they remain a mere wordy instruct.
Vows take the cue from anger and pain.
At times they proceed to a bloody slain.
Promises are born out of will and necessity.
Most times they rob life out of immunity.
Vows and promises should not come down as rain.
They are to be proposed with out vain.
The world still moves on.
There was a sunrise in the morn.
There are many new-born.
The horses neigh in the barn.
The birds sing in the dawn.
The earth revolves around.
There is a lot of sound.
People walk around.
There seems to be no bound.
As all things are in order in the ground.
There is no sign of devastation.
Not even a specific exasperation.
It is but a regular situation
where there is liveliness in elaboration.
Easing out all tensions in a quick invigoration
Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
It was a fraction.
It was a simple fraction.
It had a solution.
It was an easy solution.
Lo! it evaded a resolution.
Is it because I lost reason?
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