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happily India Poetry

Come To My Land.


Come to my  land

go with a band

fold the hands

take  an elegant stand

look not bland

show up grand

create your brand

live happily amidst all  Indian lady

that be your life in all

as you slowly diffuse into sand.

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thoughts

Seize And Capture


With the wings on the fore
and the eyes on the shore
the eagle made a tore
with a resonant roar
across the ocean in a soar
attacking a gull like a boar
capturing it in a gore
causing a deafening uproar
releasing a distressed furore.

With the prey in hand
it flew back to the land
amidst its bandeagle-gull
gathered in the sand
close to the strand
all in an attentive stand
posing a demand
unable to withstand
typical of their brand.