There runs a road
straight it goes unfathomable
long it seems not discernabl
where does it go? unquestionable
no one knows being impossible.
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A Retreat.
With that I go
getting in the flow
forgetting the blow
I walk with steps slow
as very much I Know
that everything in a row
would crash down very low
before that I would lose my glow
settling more or less with a bow
away from the relevant foe.
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Life Holds
Life has many things for you
wonderful and marvellous
doleful and disastrous.
The one that comes first
and the other that comes behind
come on their own way
not controlled by any
nor decided by many.
With the great and good
with the bad and rude
life gets on in the road
dragging along the issues broad
taking into account deeds performed
focusing on the good you do lovingly
rewarding you with best greatly.
No reason could you attribute
nothing could be distributed
as everything is ruled by fate
which is preordained and slated
Living well and doing good be the way
which would certainly make us gay.
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Moon -The Master.
The moon haunts me
with its glory and shine
never it is less than fine
waning and waxing in nine
a fortnight it grows
a fortnight it fades
a cycle so expressive
a scale of economy
with growth and fall
seen mostly in recent calls
a yardstick for man while living
flourishing and thriving
crumbling and deteriorating
found all through the existence
a denote to the world in a sense
which sees great movements
punctuated by rise and calamities
all in a cycle and all very natural in entities
as the new moon gradually in
ascends and becomes full in course
and the full moon equally in browse
descends and turns nil in source
a way of life in terms of resource
symbolising rise and fall in a way
with an illustration of the day
once every month in a pray
and twelve times every year in the say
Could we expect in all the influential sway
a better master than Moon ?
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The Style Of Life.
Laughing with the wind as it blows
Living with a song in a melody
Leading like a light as it flows
Leaving with no noise in rhapsody
Is the choice most wonderful
I wish to acquire in custody
want to attain most hopefully
with a rest eternal in glory.
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The Water .
The water flows through
going into drains and holes
flushing the dirt with a prove
an extension on the whole
as the deficit of it would stagnate
the rubbish with an expensive toll
charging the survival with a pollute
spreading disease in an epidemic
causing an enormous havoc
destroying the living
annihilating the vegetation
leaving a void and vacuum
extremely dangerous to mankind.
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Settling Down Finally.
Settling in a crucial way
negotiating all the day
keeping things at bay
makes one go astray
far from the norms
adjusting to the qualms
relinquishing the charm
assuaging with a balm
has been the schedule
initiating a prelude
which do not include
anything in the rectitude
going out in a premium
extending to the maximum
disowning the minimum
encompassing the infinitum.
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The Strive And Drive.
Never was it an easy strive.
Everything being a dizzy drive.
Had to work hard to go up in life.
It being a dedicated strife.
Doing the best at all levels in the stride.
Going across all obstacles crossing the tide.
Never was a recipient of rewards great.
Never was recognised early or late.
On that magnitude lived all these years.
Most of the time controlling the tears.
Well, have to prolong for few more years
Keeping up with the world not in fears.
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Nothing Original
As one grows old
the hair turns grey
the eyes see less,
nose functions full
teeth get shaky
and the legs ache
while there is a break
as every joint cracks
and every bone squeaks
so with the colouring of the hair
and spectacles knocking your nose
and dentures lying smart in your mouth
and with stents implanted 
in your heart
you pull along till you can
dragging your legs and feet
holding on with your wobbling hands
as the original has given way to the artificial
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The Petals.
The petals have withered
which a day before flowered
soft and silky they looked
colourful and beautiful they were
now wrinkled and shrunk
they appear dull and drunk.
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