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Solicitor Swears By Satan


I know a senior solicitor ,

Who is truly a navigator,

From the promising   oath,

Taken on the Bible.



He argues not in court,

But in hs official fort,

Reads the minds of clients,

Gleefully catches the ignorant

 

 

Listing out his daily calls,

He works out a clause,

As whom should he

Fool  the day.

 

 

He  summons the rich naive,

Speaks volumes of praise,

Flattering him to levels,

With  high praise and  distractions.

 

 

 

The clumsy  conceited   man,

Believes his words to the full,

Acts by wielding his strength,

Of unfair money and exclusive rights.

 

 

 

The solicitor designs schemes,

To deprive the  birthrights,

Of a sibling who honours ,

Truth and justice.

 

 

The two hand and glove,

Think that they are above,

Hoarding  other’s funds,

By deceit and manoeuver.

 

 

 

The solicitor and the ignorant,

Coaxed by false security,

Make a grand depository,

Of funds  not their own.

 

 

 

A professional cheat be he,

Swearing on the holy scriptures,

Wrongs each and every one,

Unaware of the final trial.

 

 

 

The last call is very near,

As the solicitor is in  his twilight ,

Wish he and his  pet  be thrashed by,

The  eventuality of destiny.


 



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Born As A Woman


Loathe being born as a woman,

As have to serve yeomen,

First to  obey the parents,

Second to  go behind the husband,

Third look after the children,

Best of all to  appease the society.

 

 

A woman is compared to a flower,

Soft, delicate and tender,

As a rough handle destroys the flower,

So a tough stand shatters the woman.

While  the flower loses its beauty,

The woman’s grace  vanishes mostly.

 

 

 

While her patience is misunderstood,

Her  sincerity is exploited,

As her slogging is made use of,

Her cry for recognition,

Is not taken care of.

Leaving her at man’s mercy.

 

 

She toils day in and day out,

Un mindful of her health,

Never paying attention to her welfare,

Always putting her family first ,

By stooping to low ebbs,

Granting a happy picture perfect.

 

 

Confined by limitations,

As she is from the weaker sex,

Restricted by the filial ties,

As she is governed by the family,

She untiringly goes about,

Thinking of nothing great.

 

 

Later her body crumbles due  to age,

Her legs wobble under pressure,

The hands present an awkward move,

While her face acquires a gaunt,

She  staggers along the way,

Awaiting the call of the day.






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Financial Security.


Security ,whatever it may be.

It is mortal’s chief enemy,

Quoth the bard Shakespeare,

Which sounds a genuine gear.

 

 

Macbeth’s lust  for power,

Made him work up a cover,

To   anoint himself,

As supreme self.

 

His abnormal desire,

Pushed him to the mire,

Making him a defunct puppet,

Dancing to his wife’s  trumpet.

 

Midas love for gold,

Is narrated to the fold,

He wished for the metal,

In all things his hands settle.

 

 

His extraordinary craving,

Found him in a most stupefying,

Post of turning all things go;d,

Inclusive of his child behold.

 

 

 

Man’s fear in finding,

A safe haven  binding,

To invest  the hard-earned  income

In a profitable  venture  whole some.

 

 

His  deliberation finds him.

In a state of  apprehension grim,

Sending him to seek security,

In every nook and corner gritty.

 

Unlike Macbeth the  usurper,,

Nor  like Midas , the referer,

This ordinary Man, the humble,

Should achieve his target simple.






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An Ode To The Sun


Oh!the sun is bright and shining.

As its rays  are  blinding,

While its  warmth is scorching,

It is totally burning.

 

 

 

Lo!The humidity experienced  is killing,

As the perspiration felt  is  exacting,

While the fatigue underwent  is stifling,

The thirst caused  is devastating.

 

 

Advancing into the torrid zone,

Bereft of a milder ozone,

Depriving the environ,

Of its assuaging Torrence.

 

 

 

The Sun plays an active role.

In deepening the parole,

Leading to a destructive  hole,

Over the earth’s soul.

 

 

Riding through the arid  desert,

The sweltering heat destroys the best,

That is least found in the crest,

Of the forbidden nest.

 

 

Crossing over a bridge  high and low,

Find a river devoid of a flow,

Posing a sandy glow,

That makes the heart slow.

 

 

There seems to  be a tepid temper,

Creating an arrogant terror,

Disquieting a possible leveler,

Bringing forth a terrible murder.

 

The unbearable heat and sweat,

Renders a style of fever and fret,

Calls for a turn and twist,

To end up the sulk and sordid.

 

 

Will the rain clouds gather?

To relieve an uneasy lather,

Thus bring about a sweet charmer ,

In the form of a gusty rain.

 

 

 

 



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Whom Should I address?


To whom should I talk bold?

As everyone has felt,

That lawyers argue lies,

Which earns  their  bites,

That doctors prescribe  fake

Which covers their  stake,

That teachers teach  nothing,

Which gets them something,

That engineers construct blank blocks,

Which brings them whole locks,

That goldsmiths make  not real gold,

Which increases their money multi fold,

That auto makers design flimsy,

Which brightens their fancy,

The bankers serve loan,

Which  multiplies their corpus known,

The grocer sells rot,

That finds him in a heavy lot,

The politicians  speak foul,

That gives them a great prowl,

The ones like me,

Know not to address whom?



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Sonnet on Inflation


September saw a rise,

Of unexpected highs ,

In gold , silver and stocks,

Demanding a  courageous pluck,

To compromise  with the unforeseen luck

The trend  kept the mind in fear,

While the heart went near,

The  expensive luminosity,

The brightness of the metal  is  great,

In terms of movement,

The surging is crucifying,

In relation to buying,

Leaving us in  tight corners,

Making us   loathsome  borrowers.

 

 

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A Trial


All through our life,

We undergo a strife,

Of defeat and grief,

And failures in brief,

Which put us to an untold  panic,

Leaving us in a state of  shock,

Unable to understand the block,

That  strangles us in a tight lock,

Breathless we groan under pain,

Bearing the vibrance of violence,

With dumbfounded silence,

Whilst a stage of  fear  sets  in

As the trial   gets in .

 

 

 

 

 

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Tarnished the image 

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What Else?


 Forced  into hands up,

Struggled  with  eyes down,

Sobbing in  a shut up,

 A total  toss-up

What  more to succumb?

  

Seen treachery all around,

Heard lies all along,

Felt sad all through,

A horror all over,

What  not to die?

 

Hope to get away,

Wish to  ebb away,

As soon as a ray,

In a quick sway,

What else is on the way?

 

 

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What more?


An   explosive  level has reached,

A waiting  period has ceased,

A  pronounced  difference has creeped,

A  gradual withdrawal has settled,

What more  is expected?

 

 There is a deprivation,

Which results in a frustration,

There is an annihilation,

Which ends  in  a desperation.

What more  is in store? 

 

 

Nothing more can there be,

Nothing less can there be.

Anything more is  a disaster much,

Anything less is a rigour  too  much.

What  more to bear?

 

 

More or less ,not a question,

Light or heavy , is not the issue ,

Vile  and  Vengeance  are important

Nay, turn away from them .

 Yes. What more can be said?

 

 

 

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Go Green


I happened to see around,”

‘Go green” banners all round,

  

In the  parched  land,

Where there was only sand,

In the dry forest,

Where there was  barest,

In the untilled soil,

Where there was no toil

In the pond,

Where there was no sound.

 

Along the road,

Where there was crowd,

Across the bridges

Where there  were barges,

Above the station,

Where there was fusion.

Of carbon and plastic,

To the chagrin  characteristic

Bemused , I gaze  all about,

Witnessing a contradiction   throughout.