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Kate is Not Alone

Kate smells a rat in his perseverance.
His persistence has a hidden reference
as he is driven to the convergence
to distract her from diligence.

Kate ignores his indecent howl.
She minds not his tongue foul.
She shuns his untimely prowl
as it casts an odious growl.

The man behind him is a defined evil.
He plots Kate’s kill.
He pays his aid a heavy bill
as he aims to rob Kate of her fill.

Kate knows the plan to the full.
She faces him like a terrific bull.
His attempts to mollify her becomes null
as she implicates a vigorous pull.

The doer would encounter severe threads
in the form of words put up to the read.
The imposter would be put to a dread
which would make him one with the dead.

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The Dimensions Of Half.

The conspiracy hatched is half way through.

The dealing is a half-hearted attempt in view.

The discussion seems to be half over without a clue.

The outcome is dead, half dead , true.

He enters the scene with half a mind

He seems to be half awake not totally blind.

He looks half mad without a slightest bind.

He is partially half dumbfounded delivering nothing kind.

Half of anything looks good.

Half of anything appears bad too.

Half of all things describes plenty.

Half of all things depict a frugality too

The price quoted is only half the value.

Proposing an arbitrary half pursue.

The fixation would bring half the revenue.

Recording an unproductive reconciliation all through.

The lips curve half denoting a weary smile.

The eyes cast a half look expressing a guile.

The speech is half-baked exposing a frivolous pile.

The gait is half strained illustrating a peevish style.

The idea half usurps the feasibility most often.

The thought half pitches every now and then.

The outcome half delineates an uneasiness in turn.

The plausibility of half directs an unsure enthusiasm solemn.

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A Red Flower Over There.

It was a beautiful red flower in full bloom.

It was a pleasing red .

It was a lovely red.

It was a cheerful red.

It was not angry red.

It was not fiercely red.

It was not dangerously red.

It beckoned with a grace.

It reckoned with a poise.

It depicted a welcome choice.

It portrayed a smiling face.

The red flower’s charm lasted a day.

The red colour faded the next day.

The next morn it drooped down dead on the ground grey.

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A Bud Flowers And Dies

I saw a small bud in the morning,

it was fresh and feeble,

it was so beautiful.

I walked out in the late morning,

It was still the same,

It was dainty and frail.

I peeped out in the afternoon,

It looked more or less the same,

Though slightly bigger than in the morn.

I made it again in the late afternoon,

It was there remarkable as ever,

It danced charming in the breeze.

I advanced towards it in the evening,

It had opened up elaborately,

Spreading its fragrance all over.

I rushed towards it the next morning,

Its petals looked withered,

It was drooping in a fold.

I retreated with a heavy heart,

Capitulating the growth in a day,

Finally reconciling to death also in a day.

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Living Again

It was a near death,

It was an accident,

While blood gushed out in torrence

Bones ripped off into pieces,

He was dying.

Passers went to and fro,

As he lay uncared on the road,

At last a man ,a man ,really

Took him to the hospital,

Remained unnoticed until he revived..

It was a fresh lease of life,

It was like living again,

Needless to say he thanked the man,

The good man remains unknown,

His deed will talk about him.

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A Dead Man Lives

A man is dead a decade ago,

He still lives in the form of his ego,

He feigned simplicity while living,

Know not why he desired wealth after dying.

Does not it sound quite contrary ?

Nay not it looks real contradictory,

Living want more to hold – comprehensible

Dying long more to hoard-incomprehensible.

The will of a testator is a documentary evidence,

Reveals his wishes and implantable reference,

Dividing his estate among the beneficiaries ,

By imposing fair and justifiable decrees.

This specific testator of talk,

Kept himself the entire block,

Delivered them to his executors,

To carry out his last wishes and orders.

The testament is interpreted different

In countries of his estates inherent,

Bequeathing to sons in one land,

Endowing to grandsons in the other land.

Whimsical as it may appear to all

Mischievous in real sense to call,

Rendering a laborious legal toil,

To sort out the entangled coil.

The dead man is turning in his grave,

Recalling his wishes in a save,

He is dead for long in body,

He is alive till now in his “Last Wills” body

Tags dead, Interpretation, Poem, Will, Wishes

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