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The Invitation


Message sent all around

one lot has gone through the round

the other one on the ebb of moving out

the information has been passed throughout.

 

Message  been decked in a finery

the loveliest of cards in the itinerary

edges being of a golden hue

the fonts printed in a lovely blue.

 

The  talk of the town being the event

the invitation adds a charm different

the message and the print being applauded

the celebration  would be greatly lauded.

 

The invitation is just a message

does it need such a footage?

could be the thought of many including me

be it the outlook of  individuals being in the spree.

 

That much being said of the invitation

a notice could be put in a crude fashion

that too serves the purpose as well

again could be the presentation in a tell.retro-invitation-card-with-a-ribbon_23-2147510010

 

 

 

 

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The Reflection


The golden weave
around the sky
caused a heave
as the clouds sigh

The silvery clouds
move like a fluffy snow
as there is a thunder loud
which came down in a blow.

The twinkling stars high up
flickered in the night
the lightning in a gulp
swallowed the m in a flight.

The darkness was still
the golden hue has vanished
the silvery streak was not seen till
the sky lit up as though garnished.

The colourful blue sky
with the tinge of expensive complexion
looks now as though in a try
an almospale reflectiont pale reflection.

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The Natural Design


The silvery line of the sky
the sun’s golden hue
an attire of sapphire over the waters of the ocean
the hills with an emerald tinge
the orchards with fruits hanging like rubies
the dew drops sitting pretty like pearl
the tomatoes exhibiting the tone of the corals
the stars come out twinkling like diamonds
with that the platinum designations come forward
extending a lovely thematic expensive aura of delight.
golden

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Brooding Over.


She was brooding over the happenings.

She was recollecting the trappings.

Her memory took her long back.

Reminding her of the days in a track.

 

Once she was a golden girl.

She moved along with lovely frills.

She hummed in musical shrill.

Everyone danced to her drills.

 

She grew up to become a lovely lady fair

She commanded respect in all the flair.

Gliding through the tracks in a rare,

she evoked a shining glare.

 

The  curtains are falling down.

Her demeanour has become a frown.

Her appearance has lost its glamour.

She withdraws herself into her chamber.

 

She has to come out of her past.

Eventually accept the present.

Go about with the tide in glory.

That is how we have to end the story.