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A Call From Abroad


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I get a phone call every morn

from a far away land across the seas

I eagerly wait for the call moving nowhere

as the caller speaks so loving and beautiful

 

Answering each of my questions

with a grin and giggle

his voice goes up and down like a song

holding a  frequency attuned to the replies.

 

He talks with an attitude mature

listening keenly to my words

responding appropriately to them

with a melodious tone and cheer.

 

He could well understand my language

never once he put a question forward

I could make out very little of his answers

which came out with a spontaneity  straight.

 

Curious to know who it would be

you would  have by now started to deliberate

let me reveal his identity in a way

that you could comprehend and admire.

 

The caller being none other than my cute toddler

just one and half years old  learning to speak

talks he in a language of his own

which I,  half a century and more, fail to decipher.

 

 

 

 
 
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The Girl Hiding Behind The Mother


Hiding behind her mother

 the little girl  peeped out

 while coming out now and then

winked at me for sure.

 

Her mother was talking to me serious

 I could not cope with her Shy Girl Hiding Behind Mother's Dresssobriety

my eyes were on the little one

longing to have a glimpse now and then.

 

As she winked in the intervals

I winked back wiith a grin

she giggled and hid behind

the scene went on for long.

 

The mother not knowing what was happening

went along with her narration

hoping that i would listen

did not stop in between.

 

With my attention on the girl

heard nothing of her mother’s tale

when the mother completed her story

I was nowhere in the midst.

 

The mother asked me few questions

trusting I would give an answer

I, knowing not what was told

blinked and mumbled something.

 

The mother got offended

walked away dragging the little one

the girl turned and gave another wink

winking back I sat satisfied.

 

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The Girl In The Terrace.


the girl in a terrace.The smile litting up  the face
she was sitting on the terrace
looking around with a gaze
chuckling to herself with a grace..

What was the smile about?
what was she doing in the terrace?
wanted to call her with a shout
contained myself in a firm stout.

She still remained there with a broad grin
very much atop the terrace
she looking pale and thin
very much away from the din.

That much is enough for the day
standing all alone in the terrace
cried from down is that the way?
Yes she smiled with a gripping sway.

Not able to withstand from below
hopping and jumping reached the terrace
gave a sound from deep hollow
asking her to come back in a follow.

She turned behind and stood straight
not a step away from the terrace
bidding me to take the steps right
ordering me to vanish from her sight.

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Forgetful I Am


Of late I am succumbing to forgetfulness
thinking of something while doing another thing
has become a way of my life nowadays
that keeps me off the memory track now and then.
Once looked upon for strong memory
while my friends dubbed it as very cruel
now I am at the mercy of my memory
trying to recollect with lot of pains
but if I pass anyone who smiles at me
I proceed with a big grin and bigger nod
If some other comes near and talks
i am at a loss as my grin gives out very quickly.
I make up the whole thing pretending to know them
and talk generally about weather and place
thus escaping from the incorrigible forgetfulness
that has seized me in the recent days.FORGETFULNESS-1jpg

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Amused Or Bemused


amused.Getting amused over things
has been my way
They help me unwind
the emotional sway.
A light laugh and
a small grin
take me across
the stretch of delight
far away from the plight
of sadness and despair
which take place now
and then in everyone’s life.

Let me tell you
laugh with full heart
expressing pure joy
and exhilaration
demanding nothing
expensive and dear
but extending
tranquillity and
peace in modest
means with endearment
and solicitations.

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The Sun Has Fun


The sun is grinning
as much as it could.
It is chuckling
all by itself in private.
It is laughing
with an empty guffaw in public.
It looks as though
it is jeering and mocking
at all of us under its canopy
reeling in the sweltering heat.
sweating unholy.
scorching sun