Reading enriches you.
Writing moulds and shapes you.
Talking degrades you.

The hand That Rocks The Cradle.
The hand that rocks the cradle
does so with a love immense
singing a lullaby to the babe
putting him to sleep sound.
The rocking gives a movement
periodical oscillation .releasing
a modulation which prompts
a sleep sound and peaceful.
The hands do this with pleasure
as the little one settles down
halting its cry and whimper
to a restful sleep in tone.
The baby grows up gradually.
hearing the mother’s song
experiencing the to and fro move
becoming a full-fledged toddler.
The toddler grows into an adult
under his mother’s watchful eyes
relating each and every turn of events
to her in a beautiful narration.
With that the mother fondles
coaxes and cajoles her son
reprimands him when times come so
to a plausible admiring young man.
The promising young man
rises up in calibre netting
a resultant triumph achieving
trophies in his endeavours.
The children get going in life
with the mother’s backing
and the hand which rocked
starts ruling the world.
Give A Big Hand.
The big hand incidentally
turns out to be an ovation
an applause of appreciation
commemorating the performance
of the artist or whoever it may be
of great quality and concern
be it in art, writing, governance
business and services
for the human and for animals.
Such being so the big hand
correlates a standing admiration
that ensues a reverberation which finally
turns out to be a celebration.
Give a big hand is a sensibility
that gets in with joy and mirth.
The Long Hand.
Hand is a theme grand
handing many concepts of brand
that give us a hand
when we need a hand
to hold and move
hand in hand.
Giving a long hand
is a wait and a patience in stand
more so an anticipation
leading us to a participation
ending up in a performance best
reaping a fruitful result.
A long hand also
represents a generosity
more or less a figurative
representation of mercy
giving feelings likely
of kindness and sympathy.
The hands, eyes ,and head in a seam
stand for qualities as if in a dream
denoting a structural theme
as these coordinating team
help us to understand in a deem
the qualities effortlessly 
The Hand That Gives.
The hand that gives
is one that loves.
Giving out is great
all others demand rate.
A generous give out
expecting nothing out
is better than a pray
taking one a long way.
How many do give?
without thought and want.
Most extend help likely
with an open agenda rightly
others for a hidden call
which would be a claim tall.
It is only a very few good souls
that render aid in a whole
giving everything happily
expecting nothing at all truly.
Tit For Tat.-Haiku
Man As King.
The buckles loosened
as the shoes were worn out.
the socks were torn
and the feet was battered.
Walking with them
the old man thinking
himself to be a king
holding an imaginary sceptre
beaming with pride
strolled imperiously
on the pavement
with a loose shirt and
patched pants
making dramatic gestures
and turning back at intervals
as though a retinue of
courtiers came behind
with the band in the front.
singing the song
“There lives a king”
Thoughts On Flow.
The thoughts keep flowing on
as the waters in the river
at times stagnating
at tines flooding
at times drying up
at times flowing smoothly.
While the river ends up in the ocean
the thoughts find no end
but gets caught in corners
allowing a confinement
and a constraint.
The mind then goes
off the beat and misses the rhythm
inhaling polluted air
and exhaling a contamination
causing a suffocation
leading to a breathlessness
and a cremation by
burying the thoughts
and setting them to fire.
Eyes Are Glasses
Seeing through the eyes
reveals the innermost
that is running in mind
that you are thinking
at the moment
as eyes reveal the feelings
that the words hide.
Eyes are glasses
through them
we could watch
the intentions
in a second
paying no attention
to speech
that is most prosaic
and not profound
more of lies in them
that betray faith and trust
in full blow. 
The Dog’s Day
Liking the day to a dog
calling it dog’s day
looks so strange and apathetic
as the dog known for its faith
has got an image of disillusion
carrying with it a deride
and tease and even
extending it to a ridicule
calling the sultry
hot weather as dog’s day.
Madness creeps in fast
during this extreme weather
causing a languid inertness .
Well, if that be the reason
what about the lunacy
that ails the community
in pleasant weather and
embittering cold climate.
How would have
Aristotle or Socrates
addressed this loss of mind?




