Crying all night
disturbing the parents all through
enjoyed all day.
The parents worked
without any rest all day
to night watch 
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It was a hectic day.
Cleaning and winding up
the household for a break.
Instructing the staff
to take care
of the house
and the garden.
The monsoon has failed.
The heat is unbearable.
The plants droop .
The flowers bloom
not wholesome
but partial and then dry up.
It looks as though
the plants are crying
My home town looks
like a desert.
To keep the garden alive
have to buy water
which is turning expensive
as the demand rises.
Such failures do happen
once in five years
putting the people
to hardship and fear.
The government
p*ss a silent spectator.
The little one was crying.
Was it for milk or anything else ?
Kept me wondering.
His cry slowly become a sob.
Was it for milk or anything else?
made me worrying.
It gradually gave way to a whimper.
Was it for milk or anything else?
I started thinking.
The whimper became a whining
Was it for milk or anything else?
The apprehension kept me on tip toe
as the mother walked in softly in a tip toe.
The baby’s whine became a smile in no time
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Why Do Men Cry?
When do men cry?
Do you know?
Yes, for reasons that might sound familiar.
They wail loud uncontrollably
while they experience a loss
either be it death of a loved one
or be it a wipe away of the bullion
They break down instantly
when they are beaten,
either by their coparceners to a finality
or by their competitors in validity.
They weep inconsolably
while they are overtaken
either by their rivals in the run
or by their friends for no fun.
They shed tears immediately
when they get infuriated
either by their inability to achieve the slot
or by their inefficiency to amass wealth in lots.
Men do cry and sob unashamedly
when they are condemned obnoxiously,
and when they are jeered derisively.
Men cry the most in panic
when failures strike them with a blow
and when non recognition pushes them away from the flow.
Knowing now why men cry
we have to generously give them
a try.
Passion calls for attention all times.
Its craving never ceases most times.
It is never deigned as a pastime.
It conforms daintily with all times.
As passion assumes the form of duty
it surpasses all norms of beauty.
As passion becomes duty
it equips itself with scrupulous bounty.
The cry for passion is never alone.
It originates not from the forlorn.
The said cry is never a moan.
It is heard forever in the diligent tone.
Passion lingers in the area of decision.
It stands firm in times of recession.
Passion walks hand in hand with resolution.
Charting out a natural evolution.
Lie leads to a tie.
A tie directs to a buy.
The buy insists a try.
A try promotes a shy.
The shy creates a cry.
A cry pushes to a fly.
The fly brings out a sigh.
A sigh predicts a die.
The die ends up dry.
A pressure exists day in and day out.
Reflecting a seizure all the way out
Resembling a torture all about.
Indicting a strain on the whole.
Negotiating with pressure is exasperating.
Working under pressure is devastating.
Coping with it is a masterly scheduling.
Winning over is a prudent dealing.
Pressure keeps mounting all through.
Dashing the hopes of victory in a ruse.
Driving to a madness in a strain true.
Subscribing to a trial right over.
Never entertain pressure is the common cry.
Learn to live in ease is a voted try.
Accept the eventuality with a gentle sigh.
Well this design is a significant buy.
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Now a Noise then a Silence.
There was a loud thunder,
Then a silence,
There was a great fall,
Then a silence,
There was a hideous clash,
Then a silence,
There was a deliberate blow,
Then a silence,
There was a terrific gunning,
Then a silence,
There was heart-rending cry,
Then a silence,
There was a rattling prattle,
Then a silence,
There was a deafening noise,
Then a silence,
There was, there was ,everything loud,
Yet, there was, there was ,
then a silence.
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