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Ay You.


young girls fightingMath puzzle.It was a row
not among elders.
it was a tussle.
not among the parties.
It was a fight
not among the communities.
It was a quarrel
not among the sections.
It was an argument
not among the politicians.
it was a controversy,
almost among two of equal age.
It became heated in terms.
The heat turned unbearable.
It rose like a blazing fire.
Shouts in loud voice filled the air.
It drew lots around.
Old and young rushed to the spot.
The two were standing with faces red.
Gesticulating at each other in high temper.
The loveliest was saying
“I am four years old.
The other one was crying
“I am five years old”
The assertive one quipped
“Four is greater than five.”
The relatively bigger one
meekly refuted that five is bigger than four.
The smarter of the two stoutly denied
“ay you, four is greater than five.”
silencing the older one.
The five-year old walked down the lane
beaten by the four-year old.
Unobtrusively Darwin’s theory
“survival of the fittest”finds its way.

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Long Live.


Long live the King!

Long live the nation!

Longevity is a jubilation.

 

Live long is everyone’s wish.

Live long is everyone’s dream.

Live long for what I wonder?

 

Live long to fight with one another.

Live long to spend as much as possible

Live long to seek help to go about .

 

Live long to depend on others.

Live long to experience solitude.

Live long to wriggle in pain.

 

Live long to gaze at the sky.

Live long to count the stars.

Live long to talk to self.

 

If so long live Man!

Longevity is a jubilation.

Ain’t it?

 

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Fighting You Die


Rights are not for the few,

They   are  for all,

Get them  as your due,

 So wait for no call.

 

 

Deprivation  by the few,

Is found   true,

As the treacherous view,

The  sincere  as  a gullible clue.

 

Cloaking the events  to a few,

Into  a concise edit,

The plunderers go about in blue,

Collecting valuable credit.

 

 

That may be for the few,

Involving in schemes,

Usurping  the ownership  too,

From the coercive  gleams. 

 

 

Rise up against the  few,,

Not though violent,

Overpower them by the slew,

Of  actions curt and silent.

 

 

Fighting for  the share is a rue,

May seem an inebriation,

Spelling an unwanted  long queue,

None the less it is a compulsion.

 

 

 

Efforts may appear dangerous too,

Eliciting a risky  endowment,

Hustling past all these that blew,

Have to die if needed  in lieu

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

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