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A Lawyer’s Overstep -Crime


A faulty step physically,

Delivers an excruciating  pain,

While a trespass legally,

Deals with a cumbersome train.

 

 

A solicitors  misconstrued  activity,

Propels a  desolation,

Distracting  an indemnity,

Of   financial   restoration.

 

 

The lawyer’s wicked incline,

Is  a result of under table ,

Won over by the decline ,

Of  values and label.

 

He is led by  lure

Not by law,

As he  is  a minion  too sure ,

Of all referred flaw .

 

 

 

His diabolical sways,

Strangles the rightful,

As he crosses the bay,

By trampling the resource in full.

 

 

Lawyers are most corrupt,

As they blot the legal edifice,

By their schemes of  disrupt,

Advocating a treacherous device.

 

 

Disciplinary action should   impinge

A   non bailable  execution,

By pointing to his infringe,

On   terms of violation

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Demand And Delay


As the demand is  high

Delay is  more.

So goes the cry,

Affecting the core.

 

 


Craving calls for instantaneous,

It compels an immediate,

But there is an erroneous,

Unexpected tardiness right.

 

 


Desire commands an impromptu,

It wishes to achieve fast,

But there is a de-facto,

Lethargic reluctance  cast.

 

 


We  should   strive to set  in motion,

A powerful momentum,

Of  speed and notion,

To   indulge in a  strong dictum.

 

 


To appease a  lawful demand,

There should be a  quorum,

Which should reprimand,

The  trespassing forum.

 

 


To  obtain the birthright,

There should be no  hurdle

As that of the executor’s  right,

Supported by the solicitor’s   doodle.

 

 


There seems to be a probable

Cohesion of executor and lawyer,

To grab the  beneficiary’s reliable,

Share and  properties  entire.

 

 


Law and governance should  admonish,

The  corrupt lawyer and wicked executor

By focussing on image tarnish,

And locking them before the prosecutor.

 



This may sound little away,

As it looks more personal,

But this happens in a sway,

Blinking on us like  irrational.

 

 


There  is no logical reason,

But wicked manoeuvering,

Loaded with cynicism and treason,

Creating a loathsome  bickering.











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Lot Of Ways To make Money


Many billionaires around,

Are newly found,

As they rise up  ,

In wealth and status

They lose  out,

In faith and repute.

 

 


The nouveau rich seen across,

Are a tribe in a toss,

Since they grow up like a creeper,

Climbing up in a  startle

Eating out the  tree  deeper.

 

 


The  much loaded man down,

Walks stately with an imaginary crown,

Exhibiting his celebrated  grandeur,

Accumulated through a plunder,

Though not direct but through insider trading,

Amassing a  heavy fortune  in  hedge funding.

The executive  rides in a Mercedes,

Gesturing an  elaborate precedence,

With  unlimited authority and arrogance,

Pulling out the cream from the pie,

Then illustrate a sincere plough through,

Provoking  a  sobbing cry.

 

 


The politician flies in a charter,

Motioning a serious barter,

With the nations  poor and developing,

Addressing a series of conventions,

By eliciting and enumerating the potholes,

In the system of renovations..

 

 


Bail outs are for the economies,

To come out of the ignominious,

But  they serve the statesmen,

Their kinsmen and businessmen,

To tug and tug  and pull and pull  the package,

Lo!Little do we know of making money






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A Disappearance


If appearances are  deceptive,

Then disappearances are a reality,

As we feign and act,

So we escape and perform,

Leaving an illusion  ,

By processing a virtuosity,

Registering a viability,

By  implying a facility,

Trying to instil,

A melodramatic skill,

That leads to a cynical,

Extraneous insignificance,

Mustering a  courageous valour,

In the pretext of a social vibe,

Which directs to a delinquency,

Of an  acclaimed  honour,

Reversing the trend of discipline ,

To a  gross   rowdy,

Preparing the grounds of legality,

To approve the illicit imbeciles,

Trekking towards a motivation,

Of greed and distemper.

Pronouncing a faulty criteria,

of Cheat and ignominy,

Marking a scene of disappearance,

To hide from truth and factual.




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Pains Are Too Many


Pains  are  so many,

They may seem uncanny

To talk about  them,

Is worth a penny.

 

 


The head wails  and reels

While it  suddenly  feels

A shooting and  splitting ache,

Through the routine  deals.

 

 


The eyes  prick and burn

In the fiery  terrible  sun,

As it experiences a  bloody irritation,

Enduring a  stress  laden reddish run.

 

 


The nose   locks,

In the biting  wintry  stocks,

As it catches  an infection,

Causing  a severe terrific  nasal block.

 

 


The neck sprains,

In a tough ordeal  drain,

Going through  a  stiff position

Proceeding  with  an unbearable strain.

 

 


The heart slows  on

As the pulse  falls  down,

While  it fails  to pump blood ,

Leading to  a  total break down.

 

 


The intestines  mourn

With  a  deficit  born

Succumbing to  a pernicious virus

Caving into a hazardous zone.

 

 


The hands  fumble

In a  shameful  tumble,

As they stabilize   a paralytic move,

Wishing for a therapeutic  preamble.

 

 


The legs sob and  weep,

As  they stumble steep,

With a   stifling difficult   pain,

Tracing into  intermittent peep.

 

 


The incessant intolerable  aches,

Throughout the systematic   stakes,

Cause an impromptu  intricate   strain

That torments and devastates  all makes.











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A Midnight Call


The night was sombre and  still,

It was a dark and dreary  fill.

No stars to twinkle and  thrill,

Bereft of special  delight and frill.

 

 

 

The house  was in  a deep silence,

Everyone was asleep  by preference,

There was no possible reference,

But  there existed a plausible  observance .

 

 

Disquieting the  sullen  eloquence,

A shrill ring  triggered from a distance,

Awakening the household in deference,

Jolting everyone to incoherence.

 

 

Fumbling I make it to the phone,

Tumbling  I respond in a subdued  tone,

To   a shrill voice strange and  unknown,

While the caller  dropped the receiver down.

 

 

Cursing the  unfamiliar voice,

I go back  without a choice,

To my bed with no rejoice,

Seeking a fresh and  delicate invoice.





 

 





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An Ode To Number Eight


Numbers are for counting,

Not for crowning,

Numbers are for Maths,

Not for tax,

Numbers are for identity,

Not for entity,

 

 

 

Certain numbers beckon the flock

But eight sucks,

As many dread its pluck,

Because it brings bad  luck,

Oh! it is a mere superstitious  buck.

 

 

Number Eight is propitious to Chinese,

As it is in their Cantonese,

A     gorgeous  appease,

Signifying prosperity and peace,

Carrying with it wisdom and release.

 


 

What does eight propound?

It is but another sound,

That is dressed up as a hound,

Extricating a deliberate  impound,

That of a curious found.

 

 

 

Imagine the order without  eight,

It makes an odd bite,

Leaving a void right,

Interpreting an imbalance  straight,

Voicing a  bill incorrect.

 

Oh!  It is up to all of us

To consider Eight  as an octopus,

And accept it as a plus,

That  evolves a gleeful buzz,

Reaping a meritorious  crush




 

 








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Revolution Of Gold


Revolutions  are so  many,

Which break the  thicket   dreary

By committing deeds  bloody,

By  insinuating speeches  fiery,

Resulting in  deadly eventuality.

 

 

The Yellow metal soberly,

Has turned the stones briskly,

By  rising gradually ,

To shoot up suddenly,

In a  buzzing move   graphically,

To an unassuming level sporadically.

 

 

Revolutions have  an end,

As they have a set trend,

Which is exhibited  in a brand,

Of high  vibrancy and demand,

While slowly the tension disbands,

Settling to  a subdued  strand

 

 

 

Will the same behaviour be  seen?

In the golden sheen.

Which emits an opulence  clean,

Leading to a grand mean,

Masquerading a royal   queen,

Resigning to a  modest lean.

 

 

 

Today it races ahead,

Tomorrow it will  behead,

But the thirst will spearhead ,

A  demanding   price spread ,

Soliciting a tumultuous  thread,

That of  an imposing  surge dread




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A Messiah


In a land of racial bias,

In a place of economic malaise,

In a sequence of  physical violence,

In a circumstance of mental disgrace,

Where the world is in turmoil,

While the nations remain unbalanced,

Where the universe is in  a grip of turbulence,

While the countries slip into a devastation,

As the people target each other,

Creating a pandemonium of ill will,

As the men delve deep into animosities,

Opening  the box of Pandora,

Letting out  a swarm of bees,

Bustling with  chagrin and vengeance,

Buzzing in a shrill crackling  intensity,

Spreading distress and fear,

Implanting desire and greed,

Implicating evil and misery,

As they involve  in a manipulation,

Of cruelty and atrocity,

Evolving a disarming scenario.

An expectation   of resurrection,

From the bondage of  satanic  hold,

Keeps the troubled soil,

In a note of consolation,

Lifting the head towards the sky,

Focusing the eyes on the glide,

Expressing a sombre serenity,,

Espying the gradual descent ,

Of the redeeming Messiah.

Will he save the mass?

Will he discharge justice class?

Will he  deliver peace  fast?

Will he ? Will he?

Cries the grieving heart,

Wishing a transcendence  straight.


 

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I Remember My Mother.


I recall the  golden hours

When I was caressed by you

I retrospect the  days,

When I was reprimanded by you

I think about the years,

When I felt close to you

I recollect the period,

When I was scoffed by you

I recapture the events,

When  I was blessed by you,

I restructure the  anecdotes ,

When I was ejected by you.

I saw the two sides of you,

The good in my younger days,

The bad in my older  years.

Let the affection  be  a  dream,

Let the friction  be  an illusion.


 

 

I  remember your  unfathomable  love alone,

I retrace  your  cherished thoughts alone,

I   renew your  graceful behests alone.

Which   have made me ,

What  I am today,

Which has given  me the tenacity,

That I carry with pride..

Which  has  endowed me with acumen,

That   aids me in my progress,

It is an inheritance,

That  none can deny me.

 

 

I hear  your   firm voice

Bidding me to  work hard,

I visualise your  stern eyes,

Commanding  me to talk less,

I feel  your  strong presence,

Ordering me to do more.

I see in your  astounding execution,

Great skill and talent,

Which you  have passed on to me,

Which none could  grab or plunder.

 

Yet , you in course of years,

Fell down from your elite status,

Of comfort and luxury,

Tumbled  down  from your citadel,

Of fame and name.

While ,I stood watching your ignominy,

Helpless  but in profound grief.


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Ma, What went wrong ?

I failed to ask you,

When you were alive.

I tried many a time,

But I never got a chance,

As you were not yourself,

In your last years,

A mere helpless puppet,

In the hands of many,

Who came not from your tribe,

But from a disaster zone,

Robbed you of your pluck,

Deprived you of your luck,

You knowingly or unknowingly,

Became a weakling,

Both in mind and body,

All  at the same time,

Which pushed  you tooblivion,

Never to catch the glory,

Which was yours in prime.

 

Oh! my dear mother,

Rest you in the grave,

Like a  poor lamb,

Helpless and ignorant.


I still remember you mother,

Not as a lamb,

But as a Lady,

Highly talented and competent.

Let me live ,

With that precious memories alone