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The Animated Fervour.


Folding the hands he prays to God.
Kneeling down he bows to God.
Chanting mantras he invokes God.
and gradually merges with God

He goes round the shrine.
He goes on till he completes nine.
He prostrates before God in line.
and slowly diffusesDandavats into the environ fine.

This has been his routine for years.
Praying, he feels, dispels fear.
He thinks God has come near.
and ecstatically revels in cheer.

Is this piety steadfast and real?
A question that demands a trial.
It would be so when things are ideal.
It would be not so in the face of an ordeal.

The presumptions are track proven.
Fortunes take him to haven.
Distress makes him a raven.
Peace be with you. Amen!

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Ode to a Peacock.


Up on the hillock,

up on the grassy lock,

up over a marshy  block,

up  at the strike  of the clock,

amidst a happy flock,

there was a  lovely slot.

 

 

A dainty entry from the hills,

with a sharp bill,

with a sapphire fill,

calling in a voice shrill,

made its way in a drill,

it was an enticing dance.

 

 

The colourful feathers spread  grand,

opened up like a  canopy on a land,

throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,

the dense feathers  enchanted the band,

it appeared as an action of a magic wand,

It created a  trance.

 

 

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The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,

it greeted the pleasantries of south,

it solicited the charm of west,

it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,

 exhibiting  a marvellous feat,

it was a concert best.

 

 

Hopping it went ahead,

jumping  it trotted  back,

elaborating it moved right,

accelerating it speeded left,

displaying a nimble footed treat,

it held everyone in toes.

 
Crooning goes round the peahen

singing tunes of love in tens,

kindling the peacock to  dance  in sevens,

enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,

Good God!  it  was nothing but heavens,

it was a beautiful romance.

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Life Is To Give.


Life is to give out liberally.

It is not a reciprocal take strictly.

Live without any expectations nearly.

Life is beautiful with tremendous potentiality.

 

A child is a gift of God.

She has to grow up with a nod.

It is her life be it odd.

The way to live is her prod.

 

It is the parental duty to bring her up .

Affection and discipline make her reach high up.

Tending to her is an interesting close up.

No more should be expected than this one up.

 

Be that with your children more so.

The same holds good with your parents also.

It should be the principle in your life ever so.

Expecting nothing from anybody for whatever so.

 

Content is King goes the saying generally.

It is for a different context say you smilingly.

To me it is contentment that precedes  others normally.

It is a special enthusiasm that evolves gracefully.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bill in a Song


Have you seen a man with a jabbering tongue?

Nay, you have not seen him so long,

Well,I would give a wordy glimpse of him in my song.

 

Call him what you will,

I prefer to name him Bill,

As it is easy to fill

 

Bill, talks incessantly in bits and pieces,

I prefer to term it broken releases,

As  in them expression ceases.

 

Bill speaks about God and philosophy

I prefer to dub it as a torturing apostrophe,

As they tend to initiate a brain  catastrophe.

 

Bill rallies about sports too,

I prefer to seal it as a bore too,

As it carries no activity too.

 

Bill  rakes slanders often,

I prefer to check it in tens,

As it spreads ignominy in ton.

 

Bill is  nosy about his kith and kin,

I prefer to draft him as an empty din.

As his prying could  be thrown into a trash bin. 

 

Lastly, Bill forgets about himself,

I prefer to attribute it to his bare upper shelf,

As he appears like a spineless  man to myself.

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