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enthuse friend Poetry

She Is There To Help.


Wrote I poems day after day
some met with readers in a way
others found little response in the sway
that made me not gay.

Yet, I write day after day
without a break and play
I met an unknown face in the fray
she turned to be a light of ray.

She gently showed me the right way
cheered me up with a lively hey!
gave clues to me Acts-of-kindness-connectin a warm say
Now, I have come a long way

She pops from nowhere till today
enthuses me to do the best always
familiar she has become in a way
closer we get to know each other day by day.

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different government Governor obedience Poetry Reserve Bank Of India

Make In India For India


It is a long time since
heard a voice rise up hence
not one from the people
but from the powerful
not he a politician of credit
but a bureaucrat of merit
not with an ordinary post in terms
one of the top executives very firm
talks, not in tune with a government
speaks a little different with atonement
says he that “Made in India
should change as “Make In India for India”make For India
truly he is a man “Made In India:
and behaves like “Made For India”
as he stays back in his country
with his overseas honours degrees
an Indian who acts with prudence
not obeys with undue reverence
Hope, you got my reference
he is Raguram Rajan a man with a difference.
(The Governor of Reserve Bank Of India)

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Poetry

The Little Finger.


The little finger

tiny and small in stature

does work with a trigger

Without it one has to linger

nothing  as  such is meagre

everything  in fact is bigger

that is the reality in rigour.

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deeprooted never die Poetry theme

The Green Grass


I see the grass everywhere
with or without care
grows in lands bare
a lovely sight to share.

The green grass is thin
causesnot much of a din
finds itself into the bin
yet sprouts up again with a grin.

The tinier the grass seems
the stronger it is beyond dreams
spreads in a contagious scheme
gets rooted deep into the theme.

That way the grass grows
both in empty land and on the shores
either tended and mowgreen grassed in a close
or left unkempt and left coarse.

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eulogy Poetry

The Mother In You – —-Parenting -5


The mother in you twinkles
I see a sparkle
and also a trickle.

The mother in you smiles
effortlessly you cross the miles
carry a record of activity in files

The mother in you beams
as you see the order in a stream
and walk with a dream.

The mother in you stands tall
as your children listen to your call
you glide through in ease without a fall.

That be the mother in you at last
a name to reckon with in a cast
up goes your fame all fast.

There ends my eulogy of you
that be the mother in you
a shrine of values true.mother and sons

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examples Freedom Poetry teaching

The Mother In You —-Parenting –4


The mother in you, I note
keeps a distance from the float
slowly moves away with a quote
“Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

The mother in you, I presume
watches the son through his resume
likes not to enter his room
as it is time for him to bloom.

The mother in you, I think
wishes to free from the ties in a wink
makes the dominance so far present to shrink
fades into the oblivion without a blink.

The mother in you attempts to teach
the ways you adopted are not a mere preach
they should be followed as examples by each
adulthood would certainly have a great reach.

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discipline handling Poetry

The Mother In You———-Parenting–3


The mother in you I surmise
at a time accepts without disguise
wills not to take any tries
accepts what comes and behave nice.

The mother in you I perceive
takes not anything under the sleeve
goes on with a staunch believe
an ideal custom that lends a relieve.

The mother in you I hope
at a later stage gives a long rope
but when the children encounter a slope
rushes to help them out to cope.

The mother in you I know
never intends your ward to a follow
inculcates principles profound in slow
a sane procedure that keeps them in a toe.

The mother in you I worship with fervour
a beautiful system you framedraising teenagers. with rigour
took it up with earnestness and valour
has placed you in a pedestal of fame and honour

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Age location place Poetry reciprocal space

The Mother In You —— Parenting -2


The mother in you as I find
tells that you are very kind
you treat your children with a vow
never do you let yourself to a bow.

The mother in you I admire
as your ways should come up in wire
you allow them a space to grow
never do you grant them an extra place to slip.

The mother in you I appreciate
the touch you have with them never depreciates
mindless of their age in general
let alone their locations in referral.

The mother in you I dedicate
a loveliness in all with an indicate
the reciprocal you receive from your kids
keeps me aghast and amazed in all bids.

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fundamentals. motherly parenting Poetry

The Mother In You—-Parenting


The mother in you
sees your children in true
seeing alone is not the clue
disciplining them is worth a few.

The mother in you more or less
makes you love your child none the less
that is not the only direction in less
it is but one of a process in plus.

The mother in you all the more
watches the child evermore
mean not to go behind him to the core
a distant monitor is the way to reach the shore.

The mother in you has to be careful
a kindling spirit you must be in full
a guiding force all very beautiful
that be the procedure to bring them wonderful.

That be the mother in grace
bringing up children is no haze
the fundamentals are the base
all these would attract a gaze.mother in you

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gesture. incubator nest Poetry

The Squirrel’s Gesture.


The squirrel comes up to my window
goes to the ventilator above
a thoroughfare in ups and downs
made me to eye her with a frown.

This being done for not once a day
being seen all through for a few days.
Curious to find out what is going on?squirrel's nest.
climbed up the window with a pull on.

Mounted there cosily on the ventilator
the squirrel had built a nest like an incubator
where its little ones lay cuddled together
tiptoed back down without a whisper.

The squirrel followed me in such speed
she had gone out to hunt for feed
rushed to the spot with a fear
envisaging a potential danger.

Stood away from the nest nervous
keenly looked at my move not pernicious
pleased to find me not harmful
chirped happily, a gesture in a way wonderful.