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Mock Shop


Two little girls collected the coconuts from their farm.
Putting them in baskets they set up a shop.
The shop aligned itself to the wayside form.
Both of them took their chair in a hop.

The older one adjusting her glasses looked around.
Seeing no prospective buyers in the vicinity.
She thought of many strategies totally sound.
She and her cousin went over and over the schemes2 little girlsLatinQuarters_BuyTwoGetOneFreeOffer_Dec2012 in entity.

In a short while they came up with a proposal.
The six-year-old displayed a big board
which read “buy two one free for quick disposal”.
Then on there was a rapid flow of people from the road.

The coconuts were bought in great speed.
The girls made very good money.
The transactions showed no greed
as they were handled by ones tiny.

The older one kept the money safely in a box.
The younger one diligently counted the unsold.
The shop of the little ones became the town’s talk
The enterprising spirit of the girls gradually unfolds.

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A Carton in the Court Hall.


cartonA lawyer wheeled a carton in the court hall.
Beaming with pride he posed tall.
Up and down he went with a smiling call.
His clients were moving here and there like a ball.

The carton was huge and catchy.
It was fastened rather tightly.
What was inside? was everybody’s curiosity
Did it contain treasures of precious quality?

It was gently lifted up the stairs.
It caused the gathering to a stubborn stare.
The clients carried it up with an utmost care.
Was there tonnes of gold or gems rare?

The trio pushed it to the judge’s chamber.
Heaving a sigh sat down in a slumber.
They spoke in subdued tone about the number.
Was there any high risky documents in danger?

The judge walked in with a lively style.
Adjusting his glasses read out from the file.
Put forth the salient issues without a guile.
Called the parties to deliberate on them for a while.

The lawyer opened the carton in speed.
What would come out? was everyone’s thought indeed !
Took out the account books to read.
The judge paid the least heed.

The mediation was simple and issue based.
The trio’s expectation was razed.
Knowing not how to handle they stayed embarrassed.
Their upstart behaviour was defaced.

Back again they wheeled the carton to the landing.
Bitten by ignominy they made haste through the standing.
Hurriedly they pushed it into the porch with an irked feeling.
The carton played a role amusingly debasing.

A Passion On The Fore.


garland of deep rose.Passion takes the front seat with much pride.

Making all others slide back in a hide.

It tries to embrace all the sides

while standing up like a guide.

It forces one to strictly abide

by releasing an emotional  tide.

The writing patch renders a lovely glide

allowing a smooth ride.

 

The wordy expressions give a beautiful  insight

by decking the experiences into a garland  bright.

The  narrations  are sometimes light.

The explanations  most times reach a height.

The descriptions open out a picturesque sight.

The authenticity is never a question right.

The imagination ascends above in the wings of flight.

On the whole writing is a passion not to be taken slight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Story Of the Vampire


Vampires existed in folk-lore.

They were depicted in tales of yore.

They created a bloody sore.

They sucked the blood to the core.

 

Mythology abounds with their  horror portraits

Greeks and Romans spoke of their terror straight.

Christianity refers allegorically to their existence  in trait.

Asians represent the being with hair hanging upright.

 

Vampires are no more myths in the real sense.

They are found almost in every place over the fence.

Oppression is a sign of drinking blood  beyond the lens.

The powerful go about with unmindful impertinence.

 

The potent do play a havoc with rigour.

The cheats out beat them by their trigger.

Treachery is a connivance that creates a snigger.

Ruthlessness is an atrocity that condemns all others to a meagre.

 

There are innumerable sects of vampires  in society.

As countless incidents contribute to their impropriety.

Folk-lore did not pass on anything without sobriety.

Nevertheless the stories of vampires kindle our anxiety.

 

 

 

Snaps, Breaks,Blows


There was a snap.

Tut tut it broke in a slap.

It broke into pieces from the top.

Dum dum it fell in a flop.

It looked miserable from the slot.

Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.

Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.

Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.

Could it be redeemed from loss?

Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.

Was  it a piece of glass that lay shattered?

 Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.

Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?

God forbid  buying again would be a vanity.

It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.

It was  an abstract design in feature.

It was not visible in nature.

It was highly emotional in stature.

The proximity to the theme is drawing close.

It was  the  filial relation that fell apart in blows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Practicalities


Going back is never too easy.

Back tracking is ever too easy.

Keeping up the promise is never too easy.

Eating up the words is ever too easy.

Hearing slander is never too easy.

Listening to praise is ever too easy.

 

The world moves on round and round.

The interruption  of movement is never found.

People’s talk  reverberates with full sound.

Their activity  advances never with a bound.

The life becomes meaningful with wealth abound.

No other means seeks a serious wound.

 

Living in the middle of conceit and greed

Man accepts the reality with a distinct breed.

Well, money has always been the prime need.

It is a requirement to arrange a feed.

What then is the crux of the deed?

It is something that directs to a bleed.

 

This transaction has been going on for years.

It has been carried out without any fear.

Nestling behind the scene  in the rear.

We trace a slight  jerk which is out of gear.

The affinity for wealth is found with extreme cheer.

As a finale it is held to the bosom so near.