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Snaps, Breaks,Blows


There was a snap.

Tut tut it broke in a slap.

It broke into pieces from the top.

Dum dum it fell in a flop.

It looked miserable from the slot.

Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.

Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.

Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.

Could it be redeemed from loss?

Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.

Was  it a piece of glass that lay shattered?

 Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.

Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?

God forbid  buying again would be a vanity.

It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.

It was  an abstract design in feature.

It was not visible in nature.

It was highly emotional in stature.

The proximity to the theme is drawing close.

It was  the  filial relation that fell apart in blows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Piquancy


Scared I stood behind the door.

Suddenly there erupted a roar.

Shivering I waited for more.

Hope there should be nothing in store.

 

Any move would  cause a blow.

I took a few steps in tip toe.

My legs dragged me to a slow.

What would come next I do not know.

 

Moved ahead with a caution to the door.

Peeped  through the hole  in the door.

I saw something tiny crossing the door.

I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.

 

With confidence I opened the door.

I could see nothing out there along the door.

What was it then that moved through the door?

I got in slamming the door.

 

It was my mind that was working feverish.

It was my mind that kept me in anguish.

Mostly it is my mind that interrogates with a garnish.

Finally all  end up in a situation sans relish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scared I stood behind the door.

Suddenly there erupted a roar.

Shivering I waited for more.

Hope there should be nothing in store.

 

Any move would cause a blow.

I took a few steps in tip toe.

My legs dragged me to a slow.

What would come next I do not know.

 

Moved ahead with a caution to the door.

Peeped through the hole in the door.

I saw something tiny crossing the door.

I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.

 

With confidence I opened the door.

I could see nothing out there along the door.

What was it then that moved through the door?

I got in slamming the door.

 

It was my mind that was working feverish.

It was my mind that kept me in anguish.

Mostly it was my mind that interrogated with a garnish.

Finally it ended up in a situation sans relish.

 

 

 

 

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Antony Once Again.


Retrospecting the events that had passed,

Remembering the pleasing anecdotes rejoiced,

Recollecting the bitter incidents  experienced,

The embitterment overwhelms  the pleasant,

Contemplating thus , Antony comes to the mind  once again.

 

 

The lanky dark Antony has instilled wrong confidence

The erring  advocacy of Antony has instigated mistaken reference,

The callous  design of Antony has involved an evil indulgence,

Antony’s greed for money has challenged the rightful perseverance,

 Enumerating thus . Antony  comes  to the scene once again.

 

 

 

There goes a saying that a poet’s words come true,

If that be so Antony has to take the cue,

Antony , for you redemption is the only clue,

So Antony get absolved of your sins in days few,

Enraged thus  a warning is sent to  Antony to reprove.

 

 

Knowing Antony fully well  from head to toe

Having interacted with Antony  many a time  in a row,

See no way that Antony, a true christian, would  complacently bow,

Ethics and etiquettes are not in Antony’s  thought’s flow,

Concluding thus ,as foretold,  Antony will soon receive the deadly blow.

(Antony is a fictitious character refers to none living or dead)