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The Exotic East.


exotic eastExotic lands of the east

densely occupied and full of dust

hold your breath otherwise

be the grandeur of these places

awe-inspiring architecture

amazing culture  and literature

the piety and divinity that surrounds

the grace and poise of the religion

the affable and friendly  people

all hold your breath for a while

as you get diffused in the atmosphere

a few unwanted elements surface all through

the cleanliness and the infrastructure

prompt you to sniff and scorn for a time

sure in a way the idealism that wraps  the entire

bewilders and bewitches you on the whole

not improper to say that east is gorgeous

no wonder the sun rises in the east.

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The Sun Rises In The East


The east slog

all through the fog spins and blends

builds and blends

makes and toil

all go in a foil

while the west

takes it for a test

sells them on its own brand

Crafted, exquisite and grand

the eastern countries   manufacture

the westerners go off in a stature

that is what  I see in the malls

the eastern expertise gives a  timid call

from where they are in the inner  labels

as the artefacts lay there on the table

Well, it is the pain I experience

as I with moist eyes gather the inference

textiles and  kitchenette,

hardware and other indents

carry the name of the nations

that lie in the eastern destinations.

Do they receive the proper compensation?

or they stay demure with  paltry  intimations.

Gosh!  incidentally the sun rises in the east

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Ode to a Peacock.


Up on the hillock,

up on the grassy lock,

up over a marshy  block,

up  at the strike  of the clock,

amidst a happy flock,

there was a  lovely slot.

 

 

A dainty entry from the hills,

with a sharp bill,

with a sapphire fill,

calling in a voice shrill,

made its way in a drill,

it was an enticing dance.

 

 

The colourful feathers spread  grand,

opened up like a  canopy on a land,

throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,

the dense feathers  enchanted the band,

it appeared as an action of a magic wand,

It created a  trance.

 

 

The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,

it greeted the pleasantries of south,

it solicited the charm of west,

it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,

 exhibiting  a marvellous feat,

it was a concert best.

 

 

Hopping it went ahead,

jumping  it trotted  back,

elaborating it moved right,

accelerating it speeded left,

displaying a nimble footed treat,

it held everyone in toes.

 
Crooning goes round the peahen

singing tunes of love in tens,

kindling the peacock to  dance  in sevens,

enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,

Good God!  it  was nothing but heavens,

it was a beautiful romance.

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It was and it is.


It is snowing in the west,

It is sun shine in the far east, 

It is stormy in the top north,

It  is scorching in down south.

 

Nature has its own way,

Hosting a gale in the bay,

Holding the Sun in a ray,

It has its own say.

 

Rains play a  terrible havoc,

Initiating an incorrigible flow back,

Quakes shake the  basic track,

Imposing a bloody severe crack.

 

Storms ravage high and near,

Implicating a casualty dear,

Floods wash up in a rear,

Involving a great fear.

 

Fire rises in a flaming red,

Installing a feeling dread,

Snow imposes a shred,

Indexing everyone  to a  fled.

 

Nature goes about thus,

With a lot of fuss,

Provoking a terrifying gush,

Then subduing to a quiet hush.

 

This had been so for long,

It looks nothing wrong,

It is where we belong,

Much so Nature is a lively song.