Category Archives: Wedlock

The Gender


Equality is the word most pronounced these days.

Men and women are equal in all ways.

This in reality is only a say.

 

Men still rule high though with a prolapse.

They set aside their ominous lapse.

They walk  with pride even in a collapse.

 

Women still toil in profound silence.

They brush aside every offence.

They are expected not to raise their voice in defence.

 

Men are not any better than the women.

In truth women  fare well than men.

The fact which provokes all men.

 

Women strive for excellence.

Perfection is their preference.

They interact  with lot of sense.

 

Women rule with an iron hand.

Their executions are always grand.

They add the charm to the band.

 

There is slipshod in their stance.

There are breaks and falls by chance.

That do not disqualify them from our glance.

 

Appreciation is what they require.

Scathing criticism they do not desire.

Their enthusiasm is a lovely fire.

 

Men and women are entwined in life.

They go ahead together in strife.

Living graciously as man and wife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Innocence and Wealthy


Counting is difficult for a child,

Accounting becomes hard  for the rich,

Yet the child has to do it mild,

And the rich have to set right all sides,

The little one learns it in a testy ride,

The wealthy settle the accounts all wide,

The ascending and descending orders  collide,

The accounted and unaccounted generally divide,

The kid ,as time passes ,gets along with the tide,

The affluent ,as practice goes, succeed in the hide,

The innocence assimilate the lesson with a guide,

The imperious amass wealth without a slide.

The child acquires knowledge with the aid,

The rich hoard money also with the aid.

Study and fortune  revolve round in a lovely glide.

 

 

 

A Rub and a Rebuff.


It was a harsh rub,

A brush on the wrong side,

A bruise to the heart,

A hurt to the ego,

Killing to the core quoth she.

 

It was a rough trial,

An attempt to deface,

A conspiracy to efface,

A bash on the face,

Humiliating to the essence quoth she.

 

Well,it is their nature,

Made of such stuff abrasive,

Ever ready to be incisive,

Always intending to be reprehensive,

Assaulting  to the depth,said I

 

It is  an affectation very likely,

Presenting a broad smile outward,

It is fever and fret inward,

Casting a distraught onward,

Directing an onslaught  absolute,said I.

 

Well it is their way of doing,

Beat them with a wordy sway,

Slash them back as you may,

Retort and rebuff at a bay,

Shrug them off with repulsive strain,said I

 

Born out of a wedlock prime,

The mother stern and sincere,

The father wise and revered,

You a child of meritorious steer,

March ahead ignoring their  lowly deride,said I