The tiny rat got into the room.
I tried to chase it with a broom.
It ran here and there in fear.
I ran everywhere.
The rat squeaked and cried.
However much I tried
I could not strike it.
It looked so agile and fit
Knowing not how to catch the rat
hesitantly gave a blow with a bat.
The rat fell down flat and swirled.
In a few minutes it lay dead.
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The House That Would Be
A spacious house it would be
if designed with an eye on an alibi
of halls opening into corridors
of long passages with massive doors
in turn letting to a vivid grass
where long stretch of rose beds cross
rooms with windows on opposite sides
promoting ventilation without any slide
holding furnitures of teak and rosewood
decked with inlays of mother of pearl in a brood
While the doors execute a chaste reference
the windows induct a brisk inference.
as the walls stand out with murals
of value and tradition describing the medieval
fittings of light exude a warmth and rectitude
adding up the grace and glory with a beautiful. attitude.
Nothing could pass through
as the partition was thick .
Nothing could pass through
as the division was in brick.
Nothing could enter through
either physical or abstract
as the passage was guarded
with the best available track.
The wall real or imaginary
is an obstacle for promiscuous revelry.
The wall serves as a fortress
against ill will and theatrical largess
The wall would outbeat the Berlin Wall
in its eloquence and in grandeur tall.
The Great Wall of China would play a second fiddle
to the wall raised in mind and heart looking like a riddle.
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My Friend
Getting down from the bus
Saw my friend crossing the road.
Delighted to see her after years
Made quick towards the other end.
She is Sarah my dearest friend
who walked swiftly like a deer.
Unable to cope with her ran at last.
Run, did I with a difficult stride.
Not able to catch her cried “Sarah”.
My voice was in full blast
Yet Sarah went on her way.
Once again called “Sarah”
at the top of my voice.
The lady stopped in a halt and turned
She looked exactly like young Sarah
who studied with me in college.
Rushing towards her in whatever
speed I could.
Looked at her from top to toe.
She smiled at me bemused.
Asked her if she knows Sarah.
The lady broke into laughter
Held my hand with love
gently said that Sarah is her mother.
The car is moving slowly.
Is it old ? I ponder
It looked latest and brand new.
Yet it went slowly.
Thought that the driver is old.
Little shaky and partially blind
to drive in normal speed.
but found out the driver is not old.
Then the driver should be a learner.
Perhaps he is driving for the first time
so a bit nervous and frightened.
Not so he seems to be an expert.
Why did the car move slowly
Wanting to know the reason
went behind it as though in a procession..
Last found out why it went slowly?
You might curse me for my curiosity.
Well that has been my way of life
seeing things that others do not see
like the car moving slowly.
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Sitting by the river.
Saw a gold-fish.
It bade me near
and expressed a wish
Startled to hear a goldfish speak.
I got down into the river.
The fish came up in a wink
and asked me to come closer.
Enamoured by its charm
I got closer and closer.
It took me by my arm
and looked at me like a lover.
Lovingly I held the fish
in my palm
Stuttering it spoke about its wish.
in a voice calm.
The speech was so low
I missed it mostly.
The fish jumped into the flow
disappearing completely.
What did it say? I think .
Would it have said anything worthy?
Unable to decipher, I blink.
Well, that is the end of the story.
It was long long ago.
More than hundred years ago.
There lived a man called Hugo.
Hugo had lot of children.
He had a beautiful garden
where the family had lot of fun.
As the children were too many
he could not remember the names of any.
To call them he made gestures funny.
Children gave him no trouble.
The family progressed without a stumble.
Hugo became old and tumbled
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In Crossroads
The garbage lies in the yard in heaps.
Carry bags of polythene make up the heap.
Unmindful of the eyesore people go about
throwing more rubbish undestr
oyable on the heap.
There emanates a foul smell from the garbage.
Mosquitoes and insects breed in millions in the garbage
infecting the people around with ghastly illness.
by attacking them along with their entourage.
However much offensive they prove
the collection seems to grow without any reprove.
The people pay no attention to civic rules.
They like to live on amidst the stench in an approve.
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Love is Power
Love keeps you going
if nothing else is showing.
Love gives you a direction
if the rest tempt you to a deviation.
Love assigns you a proximity
while most deals express an enmity.
Love extends a relation
leading to a lively elation.
Love is a therapy sound
as it heals the hurt found.
Love unfolds itself in many ways
mostly through the motherly sway.
Love draws individuals together
by uniting themselves in a bondage altogether.
Love is eternal as it lasts always
overshadowing money,creed and class with an amaze
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A Rare Breed.
Scathing remarks bring a broad smile.
Incorrigible words draw a kind look.
Lowly insults resume peace.
Humiliations restore tranquillity.
Let me tell you
The receiver is no other than a human!
Such people do live still.
Unperturbed they go about their duty
Paying no attention to gossip.
Undaunted they work towards a goal.
Let me tell you
they are more than a saint!
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