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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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My Late Loving Pal.


Palpitations kept his  heart beat in a race,

An unexplainable sorrow stole the grace,

An unbelievable tale set the  deface,

It was a hell to survive the blaze.

 

Nevertheless  he had to get through it  in a daze

There were additional frothing in the furnace,

Boiling over in an unexpected  ablaze

Yet  he had to put up with it in a phase.

 

It was all built up in a madness,

It was a texture of serious illness,

It massacred the veracity to a stillness,

Yet  he had to face it with a boldness.

 

The heart fluttered high and low,

Casting a picture of a shadowy glow,

The performance was deadly slow,

Oh! the extension was halted with a severe blow.

 

It is a story of a loving pal,

He fell a prey to a rude call,

Oh! it was a terrible fall,

 Lo! he breathed his last in a drawl.

 

 

 

 

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The Other Side


Beyond the walls lies the other side

Mostly  the pastures are green on the other side,

The numerical coins have two sides,

They do expose a head and a tail,

Man has a single face,

 But he shows different countenance,

 He smiles at one,

Scorns the  other,

 He looks  up with admiration across,

Also turns away  with contempt all over,

 His eyes  reveal kindness,

They emit evil too,

 His face reflects the mind,

It also refracts the heart,

His  heart sings,

It also cries,

His  mind discerns,

It also swings,

The other side is gorgeous  more so

When it depicts a liking,

It is disastrous most often

When it creates a dislike,

The other side in most  attributes is constant,

 Lo! the other side in man is variant.

So goes the Poet’s thought,

Exploring the  thresholds of the human.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Rust


Held with much contempt by all,

Rust is something despised by all,

Oh !it is rusty ,cry all,

They drop it in a fall.

 

The  brownish orange hue,

Has a beautiful clue,

The combination is a bright  true,

 While the colour is appealing not only to few,

The bright orange contradicts the iron oxide rue.

 

Rust can be dangerous too,

As it causes  destruction too,

Buildings get apart  by rust smacking too,

Bolts and nuts  give way too,

Bringing down bridges and tracks too.

 

The chemical process is oxidation,

Which initiates a degradation,

Rendering a  precipitation

By endowing a dissolution,

Of  physical propositions.

 

The abstract phenomenon of the mind

Gets disturbed by  thoughts unkind,

The evil vicious clog the brain confined

Leaving a stain permanent in the assigned,

Casting a deceitful spell in the blind.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Moss


A clump of growth found in  grounds damp

Densely grown on trees and  plants in a clamp,

Covering the moist land and  wet swamp,

With a greenish slippery  stamp.

 

 

The moss is a dangerous species

A careless tread pronounces  a falling series

Its  spread is in an accelerated  treatise,

Endangering  the healthy growth in no ease.

 

 

It gobbles the  nutrients  in a startling speed

Making its parent body into a hideous   bleed

It mulls the sprouts to a shoddy  breed,

Confiscating a sickly  lead.

 

Evil gathers quickly and violently  like a moss,

Works up  in swift  succession against all toss,

Slamming good to a deadly cross,

Interpreting an irreparable    severe loss .

 

Moss  has to be nipped  early

To ensure a protected  site largely,

Evil has to be eschewed badly,

To enliven the society gracefully