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I Fear Dogs
Dogs are faithful to all,
They are fearful to me,
I had three dogs in all,
Which I got as pups free .
Ampi was quiet and lovely
It was alert and happy
Never unruly but always friendly.
Yet I was afraid of Ampi.
The second one lasted a while ,
Got wayward and become bad,
With heavy heart banished it to an exile,
Yet I was scared of the lad.
Jeffrey the last one of its kind,
To be reared at my house
Was a rogue and rage blind,
A terror to all without grouse.
Barking and snarling at strangers,
Charging and going around them,
Guarding them as a ranger,
Biting them at their first move glum.
All through its long innings,
It lived untamed and untrained,
At the sight of my boys started grinning,
Nudging and nestling close as well-trained.
I fear dogs both at home and away,
Know no reason for my apprehension.
I feel it is an inborn ,inherent fray,
Handed over to me by ancestral inhibition.
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Smoky Fumes
Smokes leave a disenchantment,
Wherever they are found,
Whenever they surround,
However much they abound.
White fumes from the burning red,
Emanates from a large fire,
Engulfing the atmosphere,
Polluting the ecosphere.
Black fumes from the exhaust ,
Signifies a deadly pollutant,
Carbon and soot are the resultant,
Afflicting the stratosphere in fluent.
Hot fumes rise up the chimney,
While cold air sinks down,
Making the neighbours frown,
Also they disturb Nature’s crown.
Light fumes from the cigar,
Drawn into the mouth effortlessly
Puffing variant flavours wholesomely,
In every direction effectively.
Mercy is twice blessed,
Blesses the one that gives,
And the one that takes,
Balancing the trades.
Smokes all in general,
Cigars in particular,
Kill one who consumes,
And the one who inhales.
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Akin To A Stone.
The hardness of a stone is due to its age,
The tenacity it derives is an outrage,
The strength it develops is a leverage,
As it brings out a stern courage.
The order of circumstances make up a man,
The soft childlike approach deviates its plan,
Affronted by the unexpected turns and bans,
Preparing a dashing attack in a short span.
Water when chilled becomes a solid white ice,
Eliminating the transparency to opaque size,
Decreasing the quantity to a thick density precise,
Proposing a glistening frozen entice.
Flexibility withdraws at the sight of unkindness,
Blown over by indiscriminate ideals and unfriendliness,
Turns morose when it faces a stiff, flashy indifferent meanness,
Expressing a staunch , cold, discreet quietness.
The unjustified attain supremacy by craft,
The insincere extend a power by draft,
Pushing the greatness behind the shaft,
Brushing aside the nobility to a naught.
The malleability changes to a rigidity unexpected,
The adaptability construes to an adamancy undesired,
The righteousness converts itself to a rebellion undetected,
Invoking an indignation and outbursts unfathomed.
It is the callous dealings that frame a being,
Outward structure gets disfigured by ageing,
Inward spirit feels desolate by grieving,
Enacting pretensions thaw and quell the inkling.
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Ode On Odds
Facing difficulties with stoicism is rare,
The plunge into sadness in always there,
The obsession destroys almost to a bare,
The overture of melancholy is beyond care,
Leaving a grievance almost unfair.
Majority makes the rule and reigns the world,
The lesser the number more distraction hold,
The fairer the contention the more injustice folds,
The greater the tolerance the more attacks load,
Enumerating an experience almost unbearable to withhold.
Physical flaws make head way to a cross,
Limbs at default create a structure loss,
Senses at fault show no outward gloss,
Head without brain causes a faltering gross,
Initiating a significance almost unnerving to a toss.
Mental derangements carry out a considerable risky charge ,
Violent tempers dedicate a destructive barrage,
Anger ignites a shrivelling terror at large,
Vengeance provokes a hideous abominable discharge,
Recording a happening almost disastrous in enlarge.
Oddities strike with energised haste and venom,
They come in battalions to thwart the stratum.,
Causing a definite terrible pain of spasm,
Disintegrating the entities into a chasm,
Resorting to an inevitable devastation awesome.
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Solemn Sadness
A cry of a babe yonder sets a tentative palpitation,
Is it due to pain or colic? worries the caring mind .
The shrill wail far away incites an agitation
Is it hungry or lonely ? queries the loving kind,
Soon the poignancy tempers to a silence.
Th cackle and battle in the streets calls for attention,
May be the shouts are the outcome of water shortage? retorts the heart,
The loudness soars to high decibel round the street corner , a unpleasant distraction,
Fighting for a pot of water in long queues in the scorching heat,
In no time the gravity diffuses to a quietness.
The stampede and rush in the cities decry a chaotic confusion,
Is it a result of an unwieldy flow from the villages ? asks the instinct,
The congestion creates a suffocating environment , a terrible desolation,
Scrambling for little space in the overcrowded stifling areas totally indistinct,
In a wink of a moment the sweat disappears into a sullenness.
The feverish and deliberate anguish to join the universities,
Is it because of the four digit salary and perks ? inquires the belief,
The aspiration destroys the mindset of the wards , apprehensive diversities,
Competing to get entry to the coveted soft ware courses , a ridiculous relief,
Like dew drops the tough wrangles descend into sobriety.
The charm of life dissipates in the milieu of undue hurry,
Is it a reflection of the worldly pleasures? resumes the dialogue,
The crushing appointments and dubious pretensions,a pernicious bury,
Slashing the essence of existence to a mere unrelated analogue,
As a magic , ” joie de vivre” devolves into a solemnity.
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The More You Desire- Crime
Hunger gets appeased after par-taking food,
Thirst is satiated after a sipping a drink
That which shows 
bounteous grows and broods,
Is the unquenchable desire that is beyond the brink.
The itch of wanting more and most at all times,
The lure for accumulating wealth hastily ,
Calls for a craving that originates all crimes,
Shoving the maniac to a disaster quickly.
Loads and tonnes of money are extremely attractive,
Inciting and invigorating with a burning fervour
Rendering a pronounced dilapidation destructive,
With a staunch reinforcement of manoeuvre.
The thought of earning through rightful means,
The mode of doing business with ethics,
Have long been beefed up wrongful scenes,
Levying a sensational breach of normal antics.
The monstrous appetite to collect and hoard,
Is an epidemic that is terribly contagious,
Making every other to resort to a tricky board,
Plunging them into a disease infectious .
The fortunate few escape by wily diverts ,
Pass on unscathed to a secure sphere,
Lo! the majority are caught by the vigilant alerts,
Sink into a coveted imprisonment dear.
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Numbed We Are
Reactions and recovery are signs of alertness ,
Expressing vividly annoyance and indignation,
Soliciting largely approval and certification,
A quick comprehension acquires a better the resolution,
This is the code of conduct which keep us in harness.
Igniting the minds to the gruesome ugliness,
Marks the trend of the revolutionary associations
That bring to light the in despicable transgressions,
Which otherwise manage to escape the specific attention,
Inciting a formulated planned move of brashness.
Alas! How many do act against the atrocities?
Oh! it is not my cup of tea! is the common jargon
Keeping miles away from the deceitful dragon,
Most restrain themselves from even uttering a slogan,
That emphatically hoots for a deliberate restriction of callosities.
Remaining unattached to the devilish augmentation around ,
The selfish conceit sucks the throb to espy with concern,
The significance of withdrawal depicts the lost discern,
The curtailing attitude reinforces the sheepish adjourn,
Resting on a paralytic numbness greatly found.
Getting out of trouble is a ruse, an easy way to adopt,
Then what for we live as habitants with flesh and blood?
Noticing the ruptures and breakthroughs which flood,
Witnessing the hunger and poverty which knocks us like a thud,
Living like an invalid literally in a wheelchair lavishly 
topped.
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Traumatic it is.
A predicament keeps on hustling me for years together,
Certain times it is as oppressive as myocardial infraction rather,
Other times it is felt, but less bothersome altogether,
Will I be able to fulfill it in my active years my thoughts gather?
Am I obsessed with that particular responsibility for long?
My wandering mind saunters aimlessly mostly along,
The path and the avenue I tread , I feel are wrong.
Let me tell you ,my heart sings a melancholic song.
Never had I been cowed down by such retributions,
Ordeals and hardships are part of my life attributions,
I pushed them out with deft designs and foolproof execution,
Let me tell you, my heart sinks into a dissolution.
Hundreds of plausible insights did cross in,
None of them coordinated with my standard to a thin,
I tried hard to go along with the tide adopting a daring spin,
Let me tell you, I was drowned midway in the chaotic din.
My plight has to be camouflaged with a tidy brilliance,
The despair in me tries to express itself in my countenance,
I struggle hard to suppress the emotions to befitting credence,
Let me tell you, my pretensions lend me a required balance.
With a beaming smile I go about my way of life,
With a full heart I carry on with my strife,
With a hope that I would overcome this grief,
Let me tell you, how traumatic it is , costing your half-life.
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Where Does Power Lie?
Does it
lies with the wealthy and rich ?
Is it one in one with political big wigs?
Does it empowers the bureaucratic pitch ?
Nay it makes people rig and dig.,
The top notches and top brass wield authority,
Assuming they are a pack of indispensable,
They decry and degrade everyone in their territory,
Writing off the average man as contemptible
.
They luxuriously roll and roll in wealth,
They deceitfully mint and print money,
They bask in the sun to enhance their health,
They speak and behave like bitter-sweet honey.
The Man in the town moves ahead without fuss,
Minding his business with concentration truly,
Unknowingly knowing that his money slips into the leader’s purse,
Unobtrusively observing the wrongs and scams diligently.
Five years fly quietly and quickly in a wink,
The leaders descend the ladder for the first time,
Rushing to meet the Man in the street link,
Oh ! Oh!The election is fast approaching calls the gentle rhyme.
With folded hands and with peevish looks in shifts
The heads of different parties go up and down,
Appeasing Our Man by advancing innumerable gifts,
Ascribing gadgets and attires to his own.
Chuckling the electorate accepts all nonchalantly,
Nods with gusto and smiles with mischievous pride,
Looking down on the supremo with condescension deliberately,
While they promise falsely to favour the great octogenarian’s side.
The eighty-six year old is a confirmed invalid,
Confined to the wheel chair lying partially ,
Compounded by his wives , children both valid and invalid,
The ensemble of the family are soaked in scams absolutely.
The polling went briskly a month ago,
His opponent , a lady , in par with him almost,
Poses a stiff contest in a competitive go-go.
The people have no choice rather than these two at the utmost.
The old chief still shrewd and alert , manoeuvres all trends
Vigilantly watches the decline in the voters confidence,
Yet ,expects a victory , a sweeping majority at all bends,
Well, hope is not only for us but also for him ,as it lights up his defence.
The hand that has not rocked the cradle so long
Has got the mandate to rule the state,
She gestures her symbol of two leaves as a note of joyous song
Proclaiming herself as one unbeatable of late.
The highly explosive Tamils bright and educated,
Bring the frail Karunanidhi and robust Jeyalalitha to rule
Vest them with undue power decade after decade .
Throwing the prosperity of the State to a desolate cool.
Now , do you know ,where does power lie?
Not as earlier told with the rich in the tower,
But in ordinary citizens ,who factually buy,
The vestibules
and corridors of power.
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