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dirty nauseating Poetry regret.

A Dirty Game.


People take discipline in their hands

never follow the rules in hand

each one tries his way and argues

says it is the best in a review

knock the door and enter is common

barge in without information is uncommon

this is what people around me do

not literally I mean this entry in due

similar faults happen for the worse

one uses the other ignoring the curse

a man discreetly uses the other’s staff

he is not bothered about the scoff

the bait is the money at large

the staff goes behind in a scourge

both accomplish the job

the loser is the one who gave the job

many more incongruities would come to light

the employer brushes aside all these to avoid a fight

it is cheap and nauseating behaviour of both

the one who uses and the one who serves

they go on without any regret or a feel of shame

well, these are the days of the blame

they prosper  as they have played a dirty game.dirty game

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Poem regret. satisfaction

My Music Teacher.


Sing with a full throat

that is all about

suppress not your voice

sing with a free choice

that was my master’s instruction

he opposed always the reduction

insisted on a fearless singing

his words still ring

as I go back to the years

when I used to be in tears

reluctant to attend his class

he never spoke anything rash

left me  to  engage in a  play

slowly  he pulled me into his  sway

made me listen to the notes  first

joined with him to complete the rest

He taught music   in that manner

hoped, I would lift his banner

I failed to give him that satisfaction

it is too late now to extend any compensation

as he is dead and gone  a decade ago

I have also gone grey  in the go.deekshitar