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Chop The Baby


My aunt had a liking  for me

always she spoke  to me in glee

once she told me of her early life

that made me shudder  in disbelief.

 

Her mother in law was  rude

her husband was a dood

if not for her mother and  father

she would have died long back rather.

 

Once her mother in law  cried hoarsely

grabbed  my aunt’s newborn  savagely

threatened to chop the baby

into pieces. It might sound crazy.

 

My aunt stood brave and undisturbed

it is this stoicism that won her accolades

she thwarted all her in . law’s  schemes

with prudence  which became  a great redeem.

 

So she lived all her days

fighting and surviving  in a chase

she is her twilight days

a woman who demands a praise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Boy And The Man


The boy of long years

full of life and cheer

once very aggressive and bashful

has become now a man wonderful

solemn and gentle in tone

not because of his choice alone

turned so to adjust to his wife

who keeps him in strife

 behaves with a lot of indifference

pays scant or no reverencshrewe

belies herself in her attempts

treats all with a possible contempt

speaks loud and rude

her movements are crude

know the reason now for his change

a man I sympathise from a range

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Rude.


rude.Rude is a word that sounds crude
With the sound being so bawdy
the action would be truly cloudy
hurting the person who receives it
but providing pleasure to the one that extends.
Using words wicked might be lively to some
as they feel they are up above the world
atop a prime slot perched on the heights.
The rudeness would strike them back lie a vampire
piecing them into fragments and shredding them into nothing.
Rude be you not to anyone at any time at any cost
is my humble plea to all those who read this little treaty.

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Many More Like Her.


sadistKate 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.