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The Bags—-Manjal Pai


The habit of taking bags for shopping

that been from the days of yore

has dwindled in the course of time  in core

none wish to carry bags from home for purchasing

pick and choose the requirements in the store

packed in carry bags  nicely looking

come home, unpack and throw it out of the door

they go first into the dustbin in a throwing

then to the streets where they lie all the more

scattered all round the lanes  oozing

be there for long in rose, yellow and blue

as the bags come in shades  different

a time after they emanate a smell  in true

foul and incorrigible all the more diffident

they do not decay all through

lie there for years together being impertinent

spoiling the soil with a vengeance

a pollution  horrible of a great extent

bought  by the people with an irreverence

as the carry bags are levied instant

not they cost too much  in reference

only a paltry sum henceforth as known

literally it being small with an inference

metaphorically  it is expensive   as shown

we leave the earth defunct  by our interference

our progeny  would  be made tomanjal bags groan

 

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The Heap


There lay a heap

be it trash

where could we find

things all in dust

good or bad might be.

 

The heap grew in size

as days passed by

going higher and higher

piled upon the lovely earth.

 

They become contaminated

flies and mosquitoes breed over

stray dogs pull them over

making a mess of the whole.

 

Those that disintegrate

mulched and decimated

the strewn bags of  polypropylene

lay there glaring  hideously.

 

This careless act of throwing

embitters the environment

rendering a habitation

unfit for living.

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That may be a point as of now

that concern of the future

looks horrible and disastrous

converting fertility to sterility.

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A Little Bit Of Me


Wandering physically is a threat to me,

Moving from home is disagreeable to me,

Putting things in a bag is a distraction to me,

Exiting from the vibrancy of the house is impractical to me.

 

Well, that may be the case for my physical activity,

I get ahead in great acceleration with my mind in totality,

It travels through all spheres in fine dexterity,

Crossing countries and continents in high velocity.

 

 

Alighting  on the wings of fantasy my mind flies,

Goes as far as the fourteenth century events in tries,

Gleefully transcends in the realm in short strides.

Galloping as fast as it could as likely as  the horse rides.

 

Lying in comfort, I visualise the Great Barrier reef in its glory,

Sitting in the patio, I dream of the  Alps in its beauty,

Walking around, I hear the London Bridge revealing its story,

Attending to my duties, my inward eyes capture the Himalayas in stability.

 

It might sound odd to most of you as far from reality,

You might term me mildly lunatic  distanced from sensibility,

I might look a little peculiar figure  leading away from credibility,

Well, that is me a lonely being very much  against rationality.