A gentleman comes out stately with a smile.
He wins everyone with a charming smile
He speaks in a measured tone.
He interacts in a subdued tone.
Helping out with open hands is his way of life.
Lending a hand to the needy is part of his life.
He assists those in dire straits for no return.
His good thought enforces a frequent return.
He gets deep into their crisis for no gain.
He gives them solace which is their gain.
His face is like a beautiful flower.
It exudes warmth and cheer as if one sees a flower.
His face reflects an extraordinary brilliance.
Well, it is the overwhelming friendliness found in exuberance.
Tag: Exuberance
inlays and designs are embellishments in art.
They expose a fabulous creativity
Pillars and portraits excel in intrinsic style.
They look gorgeous with beautiful inlays.
Frills and frescoes are blemish in talk.
They broadcast an artificial snobbery.
Talk and eloquence depict an ingenuity.
They sound bombastic with loud exaggerations.
Delicate inlays are lovely designs.
They enumerate the artisan’s profound skill.
They are a gorgeous treat to the eyes.
Lending an exuberance to architecture.
Clandestine frills are negative designs.
They promote an added incredibility.
They lie heavily on the audience patience.
Extending a superficiality to the oration.
The inlays and frills are deciphered diferently
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Rendering an impressive perception to the structural ambience,
Offering an artificial indulgence to the oral narration.
Well! that is how the presentation carries across.
Crossing the vegetation,
Negotiating the rude turns,
Breaking through the thorny ferns,
We went up above the hills
It was sombre sweet,
Birds chirping a gentle tweet,
Gleefully whisked along the way,
Benevolently carried away in sway,
We went up above the hills.
It was refreshing smart,
With breeze blowing aloft,
Aromatic fragrance spreading across,
Caressingly l
ifting the nostrils to a gross,
We went up above the hills.
It was green,
Full of sheen,
Layers of lush trail,
Lay freely without bail,
We went up above the hills.
It was picturesque,
Never was it grotesque,
Throwing a colourful hue,
Glowing under a lovely blue,
We went up above the hills.
It was totally fresh,
There was no rude brush,
Rendering a breathlessness,
Inducing a togetherness,
We went up above the hills.
It was Nature , pristine nature,
It was a feature, delightful feature,
The grace was infinite,
The exuberance was never too finite,
We went up above the hills.
A Little While Ago.
In a silvery pond,
A little while ago.
A lazy black cow was grazing,
A little while ago.
A venomous snake was hissing,
Across a brown thicket ,
A little while ago.
A stubborn ass was braying,
Over a rusty fence,
A little while ago.
A galloping horse was neighing .
Across a grey tunnel,
A little while ago.
A beautiful bunch of rose
Was beckoning with a pinky hue ,
A little while ago.
A fragrant lovely jasmine,
Was dancing in its its milky white,
A little white ago.
A pretty little girl
Was smiling with cheerful bright,
A little while ago.
A cute tiny little star,
Was twinkling in the dark sky,
A little while ago.
I saw all the beauty,
I heard all the melody,
Only a little while ago.



A golden fish was dangling,