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Roundabout


There is  a big roundabout,

Down the lane,

Vehicles go round it ,

To change directions en route.

 

There is another roundabout,

Down the speech,

Talks go  about,

To change directions incomprehensible.

 

There is one more roundabout,

Down the thoughts,

Ideas trace out,

To change directions irrationally.

 

 

There is still one more roundabout,

Down the merry-go-round,

Happiness runs through ,

To change directions gleefully.

 

 

 

 Roundabouts are for safety,

The  circular junctions  ,

Cautioning the vehicles to slow down,

To follow the traffic sign

 

 

Roundabout is a way of expression,

In a circular movement,

Beating round the bush,

To get out from the  core.

 

 

Roundabout is also a sort of imagination,

In circular dreams,

Clasping  with wild entice,

To diffuse in a frenzy.

 

Roundabout is also a kind of joy,

In circular motions,

Going round and round,

To enjoy with cheer.

 

 

 

 

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The Great Wall


Walls play a vital role,

Across the countries ,

Around the houses too.

 

 

The Great Wall of China is ancient,

It is a fortification against  invasion,

Really it is a wonderful monument.

 

The Great Wall divides Berlin.,

A physical division of east and west,

But it is a symbolic boundary of Democracy and Communism.

 

Walls divide and  earmark the borders

An apparent way to limit the rightful ownership,

If not extensions would become encroachments.

 

Walls have other functions too,

Mental blocks build an imaginary wall,

Breaking the conducive interactions.

 

It is easy to bring down the brick walls,

A blow shatters them to a collapse,

Leaving the space unhindered.

 

It is a travail to shed the minds  abstractions,

A trigger is enough to ignite the fury,

Evolving a unceremonious flutter.

 

The Chinese Wall is one of the seven wonders,

The Berlin Wall has been pulled down,

The agony builds stern walls that remain forever.

 

 

 

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The Intoxication


Men lose their equanimity .

As they rise high up

Status takes them to a prosperity,

Apparently to  a new set up.

 

 

Alcohol  intake leaves man dizzy,

As his mind roams

Making him fly around  in a frenzy,

Hastening  him to his tomb.

 

Wealth accrual converts his quality.

As he wallows in luxury,

Detaching him from humanity,

Driving him to a desolate fury.

 

Power  puts man in a pedestal,

As he lives  in success absolute

Positioning him to  an elevated pinnacle,

Far away from the  multitude.

 

Alcohol is a personal fault,

While wealth connotes a mild toxin

 Power assumes a  malignant default,

Intoxicating the mind to a nonchalant  fix in.

 

The lust for power overtakes in a ten,

As the taste of power is  mouth-watering ,

Proposing an intention to acquire often,

The supremacy  as a best offering.

 

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A Harangue


The speech was fiery ,

The speaker was flamboyant ,

The audience was spell bound.

 

The address was focused,

As it spelt a lot about deterioration,

There was an uneasy apprehension.

 

The  ideas were ideal,

Aiming to enhance,

Giving a space to appreciate.

 

The programmes were accurate,

Tending to develop,

Proposing a march ahead.

 

The benefits derived  are many,

Giving out promises,

Calling for an approval.

 

The harangue was impressive,

 As it resounded  a glory,

Eliciting a victory.

 

It contained  words and assurances,

It had also content and issuance,

Implying an action leading to progress.

 

 

 

 

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The Merchant Of Venice.-Modern.


Apologies to the bard on the outset,

Merchants did live in his times,

Portia   won laurels and encomiums,

Her name has stood the tests.

 

 

Banks have taken the  financiers’ garb,

They  are no more institutions,

They  exhibit no compassion,

 As they essentially  rob.

 

 

Shylock demanded a pound of flesh,

Banks extract ounces of blood,

Forcing the borrowers to shred,

 By pressurizing them under stress.

 

Interest keep the bank working,

While nominal index is the requirement,

High rates  reign the disbursement,

 That renders  the taker to a cruel dealing.

 

 

Securities are for guarantee,

Never for undue extractions,

The institutions resort to  distractions,

As they proceed to encash on  warranty.

 

 

Half the life goes out fighting,

The officials go in and out,

In the course of  default,

Plunging the borrower to a  circumventing.

 

 

Greed of Shylock was  a theme,

Eulogized by Shakespeare,

Avarice of the bank causes despair,

As sung by his fraternity with a less gleam.

 

 

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Oh A Bust!


Heard of so many busts,

Which make us lose trust,

The governance and schemes,

Allow us to dream,

Of fruits and gifts,

 That make us wait in shifts,

Alas! the things  all of a sudden go bust,

Leaving us to  bite the dust.

 

 

 

 

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The Dust


A sudden storm blew  violently,

As the dust swept forcefully,

Leaving an incredible haze ,

Smudging the eyes in a daze,

Creating a  typical dryness

Inducing a  painful soreness,

Casting an apprehensive   diaspora.

 

 

 

A sudden onslaught of thoughts,

Decimated the mind to naught,

Making it to slump into commotion

Rendering it  to a   dereliction,

Instigating a miserable  sequence,

Involving a deplorable grievance,

Inflicting a destitute digression.

 

 

 

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The Rust


Held with much contempt by all,

Rust is something despised by all,

Oh !it is rusty ,cry all,

They drop it in a fall.

 

The  brownish orange hue,

Has a beautiful clue,

The combination is a bright  true,

 While the colour is appealing not only to few,

The bright orange contradicts the iron oxide rue.

 

Rust can be dangerous too,

As it causes  destruction too,

Buildings get apart  by rust smacking too,

Bolts and nuts  give way too,

Bringing down bridges and tracks too.

 

The chemical process is oxidation,

Which initiates a degradation,

Rendering a  precipitation

By endowing a dissolution,

Of  physical propositions.

 

The abstract phenomenon of the mind

Gets disturbed by  thoughts unkind,

The evil vicious clog the brain confined

Leaving a stain permanent in the assigned,

Casting a deceitful spell in the blind.

 

 

 

 

 

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Dispassionate Delivery


Keep  the feelings aside,

Allow equanimity to be beside,

Deliver the message to the side,

Without any hide.

 

Going into  the  deep ,

Getting involved into the sweep,

Gathering moss from beneath,

Gives a scope below the underneath.

 

Dispassion lacks emotions,

It dispels commotion,

 As it lends a healthy notion,

To the  interactive motion.

 

A delivery with  no  constraint,

Yet with a disciplined restraint,

Foreshadows  any gross complaints,

Resulting in a novel acquaint.

 

Bereft of jargons and schemes,

Compressed with factual streams,

 Though the presentation has no steam,

The result delivers a charming gleam.

 

Dispassionate  is an unfamiliar trend,

Not appreciated  at all ends,

The delivery extends,

A   formal and withdrawn blend.

 

 

 

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It Should Pass


It Should Pass.