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Busy


Having a lot of time
at my disposal
all these years
and had been never busy
all through my life
and wonder when
people say that
they are busy

Busy is not in my lexicon
as twenty-four full hours
are in my hand all the day
leaving ten hours for sleep
personal necessity
there is full fourteen hours
at our disposal. enabling
a performance in full bright.busy

Busy,the word
antagonises me
making excuses in its guise
hiding behind it
when not able to face
while actually the busy man
would be snoring in his bed
or else watching Tv

Well that is busy
in a way yes
keeping one occupied .
is busy to the meaning
fussing over it
while the modern gadgets
iPad and smartphones
add to the preoccupation
making ” busy” most prerogative.

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Default Reading Study subscriptions Wisdom Wish

Encomium To Reading.


 

Read thou art thus.

Read more none the less.

Read without a fuss.

Read with a phonetic  stress.

Read aloud with an emphatic  press.

 

Read, read goes the chant.

Read, read is the rant.

Read, read is a common grant.

Read,  read   for an enchant.

Read,  read  brings about a pedant.

 

Read between the lines  with a curiosity.

Read between the words with a veracity.

Read between the quotes with a credibility.

Read between the references  with a possibility.

Read between the  punctuation with a  plausibility.

 

Reading goes through in different strains.

Reading  gives a lot of gains.

Reading ensues a stream of trains.

Reading well signifies a powerful reign.

Reading  all the more sharpens the brain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Creation Nature Rain thoughts

It was and it is.


It is snowing in the west,

It is sun shine in the far east, 

It is stormy in the top north,

It  is scorching in down south.

 

Nature has its own way,

Hosting a gale in the bay,

Holding the Sun in a ray,

It has its own say.

 

Rains play a  terrible havoc,

Initiating an incorrigible flow back,

Quakes shake the  basic track,

Imposing a bloody severe crack.

 

Storms ravage high and near,

Implicating a casualty dear,

Floods wash up in a rear,

Involving a great fear.

 

Fire rises in a flaming red,

Installing a feeling dread,

Snow imposes a shred,

Indexing everyone  to a  fled.

 

Nature goes about thus,

With a lot of fuss,

Provoking a terrifying gush,

Then subduing to a quiet hush.

 

This had been so for long,

It looks nothing wrong,

It is where we belong,

Much so Nature is a lively song.