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t is grace they say
a divine grace in a way
that overwhelms the crowd
who shout aloud
they shake and cry
never at all shy
raise their voice
throw their choice
excited they are
exaggerated they wear
studs, bracelets and chains
gaudy shirts with thick metals
all go to make the scene unholy
the frenzied shouts haunt the ears
their gait teases the eyes
altogether a not so desirable event
but has become a powerful deviant.
Tag: frenzy
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The Loud Speaker
The loud blast of the speaker
nettles and shuttles the ears
the noise gets into the brain
causes a propositional drain
the head reels in a dizzy
the conscious oscillates in a frenzy
not happens to one but to all
yet the speakers go without a call
unrestricted in their own proceed
unknown to many around
it is a pollution of the sound
worse than the air prone
as the noise holds a serious tone
a menace to the human in all
a mishap to the society in full.
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The Morning Call
The morning works out for calls
which rolls out like balls
with the appointments in the follow
and nothing could go through the hollow
each being important and vital
one has to go up by the title
arranging the alibi by importance
and then going by the relevance
there arises a multiplication of prompts
that go with the highest fonts
a great vigilance has to accompany
that should not relax the symphony
likewise the execution has to be underway
stumbling on no obstacle in the pathway
a meticulous effort goes ahead in the program
making the morning a time for instagram
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The Early Morn
The early morning sun
not too hot nor too bold
rises up in the sky 
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shedding a lively prism
that of joy and fresh
lending cheer with a hush
the new day dawns.
With the sun in angles
ascending from the sea in triangles
might also rise from the hills
as many versions go with it in the bill
the day opens out in a flight
causing an extreme delight
that goes with its merry sojourn.
The morn sees a series of acts in turn
one of rushing out with a concern
going to schools and work spots
with a precipitated hurry
carrying loads of books on back
and loads of ideas in track
moving in a frenzied mood.
The gay of the morn turns morose
as the duties evoke a force
a terrible schedule on the anvil
had to be executed with or without will
unable to enjoy the liveliness
we stray away into the sordidness
losing the essence of joie de vivre.
It is blue deep blue.
Water in a beautiful hue,
Waves rolling out without a clue,
Kissing the shore with an amorous cue.
Winding goes the long drive,
Bends come in a notation live,
The mighty ocean rises in a strive,
Breathing out an awe in a thrive.
Intermittent bays appear on the way,
Scintillating scenery hold us in a sway,
The huge trees stand in the fray,
Expressing a magnificence all the way.
The hills slopes up and down,
A little steep and brown.
The eucalyptus grows in a lanky throng,
Enhancing the charm to an ecstatic song.
Down goes the road at times,
Up climb
s the path at times,
Presenting an enticing scenario all times,
Lifting us to a lofty frenzy most times.
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