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A Close Race.


A close race
neck to neck
one is about to win
the hip hip hurrays echo
the other is a wee behind
not the one to give up
both reach at the same time
a photo finishes judging
who won in the end?
it is the second
by a mere millimeter
anticipation went wrong
an illustration clear
anything can happen.

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Harsh Summer


Hot , hotter and hottest

obsessed I with heat

day by day the heat increases

never does it go down

perspiration, sweat and fatigue

overcomes with a force

thirst, thirst unquenchable thirst

overwhelms in all

unable to appease it

with litres of water and juices

not able to venture out

unable to  sit locked in the house

unbearable it becomes all the more

questionable to the sustenance?

how am I to endure the rest of summer

so hot and so cruel being against all norms.

 

This being original, I have done some improvements. Please go through both of them and give your opinion.

I am obsessed with heat
it melts me all too quick
I perspire with a sigh
I sweat heavily
I am tired, dead tired.

I am thirsty, damn thirsty
I drink pints of milk and buttermilk
litres of juices and water
never I go near the ice creams
the thirst is unquenchable.

I wish not to venture out
prefer to sit at home
I think of sustenance unrelatedly
the rest of summer stares hard
I am at a loss.

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Twins.


Greed and envy
walk hand in hand
a twin relation.

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The Unfaithful Lover


Grief-stricken she is,
her man has turned unfaithful
his eyes rested on her wealth
when denied he turned different.

She was liberal initially
met all his demands
being an embodiment of virtues
loved him the most.

 

He manipulated and schemed
threw an air of care and sincerity
it was a deceit
she found it very late.

She tightened the strings
he deserted her
she envisaged the turn
remained stoic and insulated.

The bash had an effect
mentally she was strong
her body let her down
she succumbed to an illness.

This is an improved version of the original.

A lot more could be said

silenced by the consequences

she goes away from the limelight

for reasons best known to her

a saddened heart be all for a cause.

 

Tossed and torn by love

she lost her grace, on the whole

her charm has waned

she looks a grief struck and bitten

by the destiny’s cruel hands.

 

The love she bore for a man

was well accepted in the beginning

later it turned into a faithless one

his eyes all set on her money

which stood beyond billions.

 

She gave him liberally at first

censored as she smelt of an unfaithfulness

which provoked him to the most

unkind he turned at once

sadistic and selfish all in one.

 

She cut her ties with him

could be the physical one

done so easily and smoothly

while her agony tormented her for long

being one of the mind and heart.

Read both the versions. I need your suggestions . I want to know which is better Your opinion is essential.

 

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The Cat and The Mouse


The game, cat and the mouse,
played by school kids,
over and over again
was my favourite one.

I played the mouse
my friend the cat
I was no match for her
yet, I entered the fray.

She chased me
unassailable I was
I ran in circles
dodged her in every way.

Soon,I lost my spirit
was about to surrender
alas! she fell down
while she tread
over a stone.

I was declared winner
the strongest lost
to the weakest
unheard of

A reference subtle
could be drawn
the strength does not count
the propitious time favours.

 

Compare with the original

The cat and the mouse game

I played with my friends

on the sprawling grounds of our school

unusually  strikes me fast.

Once I played the mouse

and a strong girl the cat

over and over I went  in circles

between the rows, beneath the chain

she came charging behind.

I lost my spirit, slowed down

knew that would be the end

oh! no, she hit on a stone

and broke her leg.

I came out free.

A game of energy and will

shows your strength and skill

over and above lies one more

being one of  luck all so vital

determines the victory and defeat.

 

Please let me know which one reads better?

I need a reply from my loving readers.

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The Wheel Of Fortune


The wheel of fortune
stays not in one place
turns as often as it can
brings a downturn unexpectedly
strikes an upswing unknowingly.
The wheel rotates on its own
waits for none in its course
the rich turn poor
the order reverses
it being governed by infinity
wheels towards eternity.

Worked on the poem The Wheel Of Fortune.

The original,

The wheel of fortune

turns with a will

the one up for a time

comes down for sometimes

change no one wishes

it happens whatever matters

round and round the wheel rotates

spins and revolves

leaving no time or any space

fortunate turns unfortunate

the rich become poor

a circulation compulsory

being   one of infinity.

Like to know from the readers which one is good ?

Please, let me know as I am preparing the manuscript.

Thanks,

Meena.

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Drift Of Life


 

I go into the clouds
fly  in pure bliss
the white wavy foam
embrace me.

I dive into the waters
get caught in the ripples
the blue murky flow
enwraps me.

I pass  into eternity
drift into the unfathomable
the timelessness stems up
surrounds me.

 

Edited  and workshopped on the original.

The original,

I know not where I am

into the clouds I go

fly and sail

into the water, I float

swim and dive

into the eternity

I find myself

drifting slowly

nothing can stop

none can object.

Like to know from the readers which one is better?

Really need  it.

 

 

 

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A Wanderer.


I am a wanderer

in a place not anytime

the mind stays not.

 

 

 

 

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The Coloured Ribbons.


The red ribbon
flies at a height unsurpassable
potential danger.

The blue ribbon
is seen at a moderate level
plausible goodwill.

The yellow ribbon
waves with a warmth
brings in happiness

The white ribbon
flutters in a mild manner
proposes peace.double-satin-ribbons

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The Coconut Trees


The twenty-five coconut trees in my garden
have grown so tall looks as though they reach the sky
bear twenty to 30 coconuts every 40 days
a great joy to watch the harvest.

The kothanar (mason) as the harvester is addressed
climbs with perfection and style
he falters not in any way
reaches the top in no time.

He tucks the aruval (sickle) in his waist
cleans the web that surrounds coconut trees.
cuts the dried fronds that hamper growth
releases the tree from unwanted entanglements.

He knocks on the cluster of coconuts
finds out the appropriate ones
slashes the one which holds
the coconuts fall down in tens.

A fascination to watch
eloquent and awesome
my eyes stay fixed to the trees
while I count 1,2,3