It is the mind that matters
an easy take in the go
the best solace to keep the flow
it is a forget with a smile
helps to cross the miles
forgiveness is the choice
slowly lead to 
immeasurable joy.
Tag: Poem
It is a thanksgiving day
thanks to the Lord
who made them all
that of the Sun, Moon
and rain in turns
without them none could thrive
even a grass cannot survive
not talking cheap of the green blades
as they the best tolerant do fade
when these three elements fail
the farmer pays obeisance to Sun
January being the month of harvest
the clan go into a festive mood
with joy and mirth all around
singing the praise of God
paying tributes to Him
with offerings sweet and tasty
all done with a focused dedication
there is an overwhelming devotion
packed with gratitude and satisfaction
a lovely rhapsodical enrapture on the anvil.
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t is but another one
nothing special about that one
as the case might be in an one
be it a marriage or a birthday
or be it a dinner or tea on that day
it is like but another one
It is another one in a tone
a replica of the previous one
no matter who is the host
not that who proposes the toast
could be grand or simple in a way
the end is the same on all events.
That be the call of everyone
a celebration is but one
where the flashy and modesty crosses
where the excess and moderate intercepts
a show of wealth is not the essence.
That be the take of all in a bound
as it is imperative and sound
an introspection would reveal at length
the validity of humility and its strength
anyway it is nothing but another one.
It was a drive round
nothing in a bound
with little or no sound
we drove across down
the villagers looked cheerful
villagers even more wonderful
all because of recent copious rains
diffused their trials and strains
a prosperity experienced not in feign
green and enchanting lie the fields
with paddy and maize indeed!
fecundity in the orchards and groves
coconuts, lemon, mangoes in rows
all could not compete with the villagers’ joy
though their countenance reflected coy.
A child is a pleasure
she is a treasure
a gift truly precious
has a smile infectious.
The smell of the newborn
when held tightly with a fawn
goes into the nostrils with a sign
it could be an enchanting bind.
The little eyes so pure and glossy
away from the worldly flossy
show an innocence in a radiance
beautifully lights up in no preference.
The bundle of joy nicely wrapped
lies between the straps
cuddled up in a feathery quilt
smiles now and then without guilt.
Nothing else could be more pleasant
the child out beats the rose and Crescent
a doll with life and enticing face
displays a toothless smile with grace
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A Simple Transaction
A simple transaction
needs a lot of action
causes a series of reaction
leads to many frictions
and innumerable fractions
before the sanction
as the factions
get along in distribution
calling for retributions
a mess of contributions
to a not so valid intersections
that delay the propositions
left alone, it is a degradation
and a terrible complication
a trial and error in dispositions 
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My Little Boy
The little boy I know
a ten-year-old in the go
has a lot to show
talks with a flow
be it any subject in toe
he is never slow
nor behaves low
speaks with a glow
is as pure as snow
honest to the core
has a lot of wisdom in store
at times,he might sound a bore
that be a few moments in toll
he is a child of a noble call
priced and gifted 
in all.
It is a gaze
watching a race
going through a maze
seen in a trace
pursued in a haze
causing a daze
suddenly it says
everything has fallen into place
that be the end of all plays.
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White House.
A flash of light
lit the land bright
it is in the night
a beautiful sight
the moon gazes from a height
looks down straight
falls down below on the right
where the house stands alone
it is a gorgeous white one
pure and crystal like in tone
very much familiar and known
called the “White House”
a place that invited a rouse
which led to a browse
a famous icon in a course
wherein emanates a declaration of war and peace
the crucial discussions take place
the decisions show up firm, not in a trace
the governance is done not in a haze
committed is the President never in haste
the name is synonymous with ideas chaste
it being a display of grandeur and magnificence
a cynosure of all eyes and a place of excellence
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God Be With Them!
It is a wait
not of hours
but of years
patience is lost
tolerance is lost
yet the wait continues
with no resolution
a feel of depression
persists for long
a thought of rebellion
overwhelms in between
an overthrow is possible
restrained by decorum
blame it on the destiny
and move away in turn
forget the inheritance
being enjoyed wantonly
being associated with deliberately
with a few picked ones
let them prosper
at the expense of the deprived.
God be with them!
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