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Being Called Ignorant


With a knock here and a knock there
the door opens ajar.
The doors are made of best teak
with all brass latches and hinges
Yet they do not satisfy the norms feels he.

A kind of acceptance is my strength.
Seeing the best and ignoring the worst
has been my attitude for a period long.
Well that had and has helped me in the prolong
making things dull look bright.

it is in the vision and the seeing ability
that goes on in the making with relevance.
With that resignation I accept things in life
and clinch the deals in my ventures.
They being not voluminous but of fine quality.

People may call me an ignorant imbecile.
as I had let go all the pretty things due to me
I did so with a smile while my heart bled.
Conquering the heart I came out with a victory
deciding not to think of the bygones.

So with the title of an ignorant fool
I go about in this world of shrewd
as a person who knows nothing
as an entity who could be easily cheated.
If that be my fate I raise no objection.

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Enchanting Rush.


There is a mad rush to a place
and an unprecedented chase
going on in different phase
know not how to face.

There is a gold find there.
The people flock to share.
They take extreme care.
Hope it is not a snare.

Slogging and toiling day and night
Time passes on in a the site.
Unearthing the yellow metal in the plight.
making a fortune at sight.

On hearing there is more rush
as people throng with a push
informing all to keep hush
as it would bring in a big crush.

Mining goes on for days
Every day’s record is beaten in ways.
Men collect gold with a craze.
They grow rich in a daze.

The power of wealth is great
Acquiring it in a rate
unmindful of the fate
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Man, Woman And Children.


What you said is bad ! Says the man

Your ways are always bad adds the man.

You have entrapped the family  shouts the man.

It has been so all these years screams the man.

 

It is my fate to listen to such invalid talks thinks the woman

It is the reward I get for my sacrifice bemoans  the woman.

It is a thankless job admits the woman.

“I have to pull along against odds “sobs the woman

 

She has been hearing all these for years together.

She has  endured it for the sake of her children  altogether.

She breaks down hopelessly when she hears the same from one of them rather.

True! Women  are faceless slaves in a way I gather.