That day is a Red Letter Day
important in a way
great in a stay
not easy to play
more difficult to replay
it came in a sway
nay not in a day
in an infinity as they say
all turned gay
to see the day
held
us in a bay
aptly called The Red Letter Day
Tag: gay
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It Is One Of Joy.
It is a beautiful May morning
the sun is in its full strength
could see the joy around in full length
the eyes of the children are sparkling
while they go up and down in the swing
they count the moves up to the tenth
they sigh and let out their breath
as they go high up all giggling
it is a pleasure to watch them play
not they know beyond that
a momentous rejoice it seems
an experience that stays for the day
not bothered of any other thing after that
peace transcends subtly in a seam.
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Gone With The wind
Gone with a wind
no remnants of any 
kind
to hold us in bind
as they are well behind.
No trace of them whatsoever
forgotten forever
think of them never
then you become clever.
Flown by the storm
they are without a form.
lie in the infinity calm
inflict no harm.
Past is very far away
no remorse be in the way.
go ahead in gay
that be the path always.
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The Economy Picks Up.
Ending up the day
with a note of gay
bringing cheer in the way
along with a lovely say
that being one of play
the economy is out of bay
as it has started to pay
setting aside its lethargic lay
delivering a sparkling ray
promising a bright array
with a wonderful inlay.
Evergreen keeps on haunting.
Memories cast a taunting.
Recollections indicate an overwhelming.
Reflections carry a loud thinking.
Past is not history always.
Lessons it imparts imply a say.
Deliberations hold us in a sway.
Releasing an evergreen permeation all gay.
Greenery is a feast to the physical eye.
It fills up the heart with pride high.
Paucity of greenery causes a sigh.
It is nature’s endowment beyond a buy.
Enthusiasm enliven the soul.
Encouragement leads to the goal.
Happiness plays the lead role.
Imposing a green tone on the whole.
Evergreen beckons all to a road.
Trace of green is found in every fold.
Its physical tinge exhibits a lively gold.
Its abstract form builds up an enthralling reload .
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Getting into the woods on a lively day,
brought unfelt experience of gay.
There was penetration of sun’s rays,
through the dense trees in a trace.
directing to a tiny bay.
There was a march of elephants in a fray,
calling each other in a bray.
The water fell down the hills in a sway,
flowing quick without delay.
The birds twittered in a joyful jay,
chirping with a spirited say.
There arose a desire to stay,
in the splendid woods all the day.
I observe in silence,
I hear in magnitude,
I see in-depth,
That is what I can do.
A child begins her day,
Setting aside everything gay,
Pushing back all her play,
Switching on to the rigorous fray.
She gets ready in a hurry,
Breaks her fast in a flurry,
Casting her likes in a bury,
She walks up in a slurry.
Still sleep lingers in her eyes,
As she opens her reader to a size,
Pouring over the book in a guise,
She follows the teacher with a despise.
From school she comes home,
Falls asleep in her cosy bedroom,
The little girl finds no time to bloom,
Eventually she has to face the doom.
