Category: Theory

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Innocence and Wealthy


Counting is difficult for a child,

Accounting becomes hard  for the rich,

Yet the child has to do it mild,

And the rich have to set right all sides,

The little one learns it in a testy ride,

The wealthy settle the accounts all wide,

The ascending and descending orders  collide,

The accounted and unaccounted generally divide,

The kid ,as time passes ,gets along with the tide,

The affluent ,as practice goes, succeed in the hide,

The innocence assimilate the lesson with a guide,

The imperious amass wealth without a slide.

The child acquires knowledge with the aid,

The rich hoard money also with the aid.

Study and fortune  revolve round in a lovely glide.

 

 

 

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Age Study subscriptions Theory thoughts True

On the Run


The days of youth are fun,

As we are always in the run,

Once we are up on a tree,

We sing aloud in a total free.

 

The days of adulthood are little less fun,

As  we have to move about in a slower run,

Once we are in the mid tree,

 We deliberate on things not totally free.

 

The days of mid age are least fun,

As we have to check out our run,

Once  we are on the lower tree,

 We  work on  the responsibilities almost unfree.

 

The days of old age are never a fun,

As we  have to stop our run,

Once we are beneath the tree,

 We count the days when we would be set free.

 

 

 

 

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It Has to be Back


It is back to the old place,

 Back to the usual pace,

Back in  the familiar space,

Back into the monotonous race.


All things have a back side,

All time has a back tide,

All levels have a back ride,

All steps have a back slide.

 

Going back home  is a pleasant return,

Reading back is a historical learn,

Falling back is a miserable  spurn,

Back to the original is  never a  possible turn.

 

A firm backing lands all in a  glamorous zone,

Backing detects in all an infirm tone,

An undue backing for  is precarious prone,

Backing also deletes  in all an individualistic  own.

 

Well, getting back to the prescribed text,

It is a back up of all the zest,

Restoring the faculties to the best,

Reaffirming the convictions to a test. 

 

It is back to the regular day,

It is back to the  formal say,

It is at times a strenuous  slay,

But it is  always an indefatigable way.


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Environment Experience Nature Story subscriptions Theory thoughts turmoil

The Thunder


 So much so the clouds were gathering ,

 So much so the sun was descending,

 So much so the dusk was slowly setting,

So much so there  was an eye tearing lightning,

Followed by a thunder deafening.

 

 

Many a heart  jumped  out in apprehension,

Many a voice  got stifled with emotions,

Many an ear lost the power of attention,

Many a gadget  was snapped  of its connections,

Many a hut  caught fire in the commotion,

As the thunder thundered  in terrific motion.

 

LIttle do we pay heed to Nature’s fury,

Little do we  respect Nature’s cosy,

Little do we acclaim Nature’s glory,

Little do we endorse Nature’s theory,

Little do we read  Nature’s  story,

Un mindful   we carry on with our selfish  booty.