Actions Care command Default desire greed Lesson Life Monetary gains Poem Recollection reverberation Story Study Theory thoughts turmoil Wealth

The Practicalities

Going back is never too easy.

Back tracking is ever too easy.

Keeping up the promise is never too easy.

Eating up the words is ever too easy.

Hearing slander is never too easy.

Listening to praise is ever too easy.


The world moves on round and round.

The interruption  of movement is never found.

People’s talk  reverberates with full sound.

Their activity  advances never with a bound.

The life becomes meaningful with wealth abound.

No other means seeks a serious wound.


Living in the middle of conceit and greed

Man accepts the reality with a distinct breed.

Well, money has always been the prime need.

It is a requirement to arrange a feed.

What then is the crux of the deed?

It is something that directs to a bleed.


This transaction has been going on for years.

It has been carried out without any fear.

Nestling behind the scene  in the rear.

We trace a slight  jerk which is out of gear.

The affinity for wealth is found with extreme cheer.

As a finale it is held to the bosom so near.









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Looking Daggers

Daggers are weapons sharp,

Eyes are organs incisive,

Daggers bring fear and night mare,

Stains of blood are smeared everywhere,

Eyes emit evil and conceit,

Remnants of hate are found everywhere.


The physical assault is horrendous,

As a stab slits open the physique,

Inflicting a damage deadly  to the body,

The mental attack is torturous,

As a  look tears apart the psychic,

Paralysing the mind to a desolation.


She looks daggers goes the simile,

Looks are more penetrating than a sting,

They kill the spirit of life  on the whole,

Decimating the liveliness from the soul,

It is definitely worse than a brutal murder,

As it impoverishes the  mind of its glory.


The piercing dagger and the evil looks,

Kill the life and spirit in a momentum,

 As stabbing  fiercely takes the life out,

Looking deceitfully throws the mind asunder,

There fore  life holds no value basically,

Lo!the spirit lies dead unceremoniously.









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Numbed We Are

Reactions and recovery are signs of  alertness ,

 Expressing  vividly annoyance and indignation,

Soliciting  largely  approval and  certification,

A quick  comprehension  acquires  a better  the resolution,

This is the code of conduct  which keep us in  harness. 

Igniting the minds to the gruesome ugliness,

Marks  the trend of the  revolutionary  associations  

That bring to light the  in despicable transgressions,

Which  otherwise manage to escape the specific attention,

Inciting a formulated planned move of brashness.

Alas! How many  do act  against the atrocities?

Oh!  it is not my cup of tea! is the common jargon

Keeping   miles away from the deceitful dragon,

Most  restrain themselves from even uttering a slogan,

That emphatically hoots for a deliberate restriction  of callosities.

Remaining unattached to the devilish augmentation around ,

The selfish conceit  sucks the throb to espy with concern,

The significance of withdrawal depicts the lost discern,

The curtailing attitude reinforces the  sheepish adjourn,

Resting on a  paralytic numbness  greatly found.

Getting out of trouble is  a ruse, an easy way to adopt,

Then what for we live as habitants with flesh and blood?

Noticing the ruptures and breakthroughs  which flood,

Witnessing the hunger and poverty  which knocks us like a thud,

Living like an invalid literally in a wheelchair  lavishly  topped.