Fire ravages east and west
winds blow north and south
fumes pass in all directions
men and women and children
run, where to in the chaos?
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The Blow Of Wind —- In Phases.
The blow of wind
gushes through
one of its kind
never be true .
The blow of wind
strikes through
one of its place
never be true.
The blow of wind
enfolds you through
one of its race
never be true.
The blow of wind
raises you afloat through
one of its trace
never be true
The blow of wind
raises you to a trance through
one of its excess
never be true.
The words flow
releasing an uninterrupted deadly tirade
strike a blow.
The forceful blow
is baseless and unrealistic deride
arrests the flow.
The unmindful flow
turns into shameless distinct ride
a meaningless blow.
The wind blows
not with a striking force
smothers with kiss
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The Wind and Rain
he wind blows with a sound
it is terrific in the round
hissing and wheezing it takes off
storming and roaring it progresses
whining and whimpering it ends
the wind then blows off.
The branches of trees swirl fast
the leaves fall down in a rustle
the place is strewn with twigs
comes down the rain in a drizzle
a welcome shower to drench with cheer.
The rain starts with a rhythmic chant
the tiny drops fall with a poise
followed by the big drops on the field
it picks up speed with an enchanting prowl
the lovely pour down appears fantastic.
The parched land seems to brighten
enlivened by the ripples of the rain
the tumultuous showers
enliven the soil
the fecundity is aroused with force
there all along are signs of prosperity
significant and symbolic of growth.
It was a few years ago
a man with great ego
posed an insensible logo.
The logo was meaningless
it was more or less
gaudy but flawless.
It was flawless to read
bore no sense in the feed
it was a disaster indeed.
Curious is everyone to know
what it tells in the flow
it interprets a terrible blow.
Help me not it says
as I am not disable anyway
a little I want only today.
The logo on the placard
was carried by a fraud
seemed more like a Lord .
It was run in lively colours
the card designed like a clover
had a lot of painted flowers.
None could make out clearly
what was it really?
remembered to put a coin regularly.
Thus went on the day fast
the able man was not downcast
as he made a lot of money at last.
Liars go with an easy flow
telling lies in the go
not one or two
uttering many a lie high and low
wrapping the details slow
elaborating them quickly 
with a know
that be their skill in the row
hitting all with a blow.
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A Retreat.
With that I go
getting in the flow
forgetting the blow
I walk with steps slow
as very much I Know
that everything in a row
would crash down very low
before that I would lose my glow
settling more or less with a bow
away from the relevant foe.
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Omnipotent And Omniscient.
It being slippery
she held her support firmly
taking a step forward
away she went down in a blow
tumbling on the slippery floor
hurting her knee and head
the bone broke into two
the nerves got cut into halves
lying unconscious there for a moment
then pulled by some unknown
that much she could remember
what happened then after
got revealed into an untold story
hard to hear the narration
harder still to see the torment 
she lay like a vegetable
a beautiful girl lost to the world
all in a sudden within a second
that be the end of the life
impermanent and temporary
Yet, man speaks with ire
behaves like an authority
thinking he is immortal
not learning by experience
nor realising the mortality.
considering himself omniscient
and omnipotent always.
Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
