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All days seem special to me
there being a ray of hope
there seeming a tinge of joy
there apparently an activity
that dawns with the day
and advances with it
assigning nothing special to every other day
be it birthdays ,anniversaries
assigning no speciality at any cost
that be my approach all these years
I expect none to wish me for any day
as I feel I am born every day
and my sleep is a death every night
dying like a worn out exhausted
that be my philosophy all through
which none like and accept.
The take we have in life
let be our own and self
not be depended on any other
with a broad spectrum convincing
that be one of a perception large
considering the major proposition
discarding the minor proportions
framing a distinct program
encompassing the values and intentions
that would take us high up in stride
never mind the rumours and talks
that go around settling a set back
be that our goal all through
none could pull us from the status
where we are placed in comfort
seeking peace and contentment.
The household being small
being only two of us in all
that has grown to such size now in a way
after the children have moved away
there being calm and composure all throughout
with nothing of a noise both in and out
the guests coming and going in a flow
ever being a floating crowd in the go
entertaining them now and then with refreshments
that has been our alibi for years without amendments
being so greatly all the time altogether
the sudden influx of occupants rather
mystifies both of us to the core
keeping us baffled all the more
getting adjusted to the new trend
forces us to lose ourselves in a bend
without showing it out in full strength
manage the whole affair in a breadth
that much more not revealed to anyone
kept within our hearts all in one.
The early morning sun
not too hot nor too bold
rises up in the sky
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shedding a lively prism
that of joy and fresh
lending cheer with a hush
the new day dawns.
With the sun in angles
ascending from the sea in triangles
might also rise from the hills
as many versions go with it in the bill
the day opens out in a flight
causing an extreme delight
that goes with its merry sojourn.
The morn sees a series of acts in turn
one of rushing out with a concern
going to schools and work spots
with a precipitated hurry
carrying loads of books on back
and loads of ideas in track
moving in a frenzied mood.
The gay of the morn turns morose
as the duties evoke a force
a terrible schedule on the anvil
had to be executed with or without will
unable to enjoy the liveliness
we stray away into the sordidness
losing the essence of joie de vivre.
The sweat goes without saying
through the throng in a going
with only a few being occupied
the rest remain satisfied
enjoying the fruits of the hard-working
passing comments without reckoning
not doing things at all in the move
but kidding over that being done with a reprove
building over the perspiration of those who do
finally ejecting them out from the main stream in a go
that has been the fate of those who toil
not leaving anything in the midst of the boil
tending with great care and attention
really getting nothing back only detention.
The receipt of life calls for a study
not being a superficial go through
but for an in-depth study
that which we have all received in full
either be they good or bad in all
they have an effect and do land in a fall
every one of us for the better or ill in a claim tall
therein comes the analysis rolling like a ball
that being done with dedication and without drawl
would turn out to make all of us without a brawl
as better citizens of the world in all
as the experience goes in a crawl
we would all have received more of the good
than being shattered by the baddest of the bad.
The rains lash one part
flooding the whole area
while there prevails in another a drought
devastating the entire arena
The extremes do make me wonder
why this imbalance is on the way
forcing me to sit and ponder.
The same way goes the temper of man
while he being so kind and graceful
becomes callous and violent as much as he can
Why do such eccentricity happen ?
make me once again to think aloud
these variances make life wonderful
well this is what I come to understand
as I think and deliberate out-of-band .
A lady I know
fat and plump she grew
dark and ordinary she looked
but she was hooked
unknowingly in a young age
by a man not a sage
but who was filled with vices
being faithful in her otherwise in ties
she lived a life with him
bearing his children not dim
all the seven were brought up
she having inherited wealth topped up
by revenue from her father’s estate
lived a regal life with her husband
who was a tom boyish but grand
a play boy but had status
earned not a single cent
but extended a kindly bent
remaining hospitable all through life
she supporting him in all his strife
while he was down and fallen sick
she nursed him with the loveliest care quick
having lost him now at the ripe years
she is mostly confined to the chair with tears
counting her days to get away
having gone through the full circle in a sway.