I know a sincere woman
so kind and loving
devoted to her husband
doted on her children
was held not with pride by him
treated with a slightest care
thought her to be innocent
more like a dumb doll
paid no attention to her wish
while she to restorethe husband’s health
borrowed heavily in silence
repaid every pie doing handwork
did a mistake by not procuring
the promissory note from the borrower
who black mailed her at times
finally the husband came to know
reprimanded her without mercy
bade her to walk out in the night
as all good things happen late
the borrower changed his mind suddenly
gave back the note to her
the husband calmed down
the woman by now had become suave
she bid adieu and walked out straight
into the open big world
to find herself born again
the dumb doll became a clever lady.
Tag: Poem
Things seem to
be hard
there is a struggle
an apprehension surfaces
the benefit of doubt arises
will it or will it not?
strains the mind
a suspicion is always there
Is it only for me? I wonder
Why it is always so? I ponder
that is the way the mind works
defeated it feels in a way
pulls on with a hope
succeed or not I know not
have to live till the end
with the thought.
Queen Of Queens
Ravishingly beautiful
rosy cheeks gleaming
pointed nose piercing
blue eyes shining
with the skin glowing
I saw a girl out of her teens
with poise in her ways
grace in her manner
altogether an embodiment
also in hold of
lively senses sharp
and speech very cordial
words polite and brief
a determination of will
that made her the
Queen of Queens
posing with no pride
but with gentle delicacy
a lovely person besides all
on whole to see and acquaint.
The Story Of A Woman.
The story of a woman
widowed very early
a very gentle human
spent her life wearily
while in her seventeenth year
her husband died so quick
she who was so dear
the favourite pick
of her parents among all
a loving wife to her husband
a sweet little doll
remained very stubborn
thwarted the pressure to remarry
lived all along a widow
encountered loads of worry
tossed and turned over her pillow
with the substantial wealth
from her mother’s side
used up by her in-laws in stealth
accounted for their growth beside
finally refused to pay her due
she knew not what to do?
left alone without clue
cursed herself white and blue
A day came when her in-laws
started to feel a discomfort
both in mind and feel for their flaws
wanted to repay her in terms deferred
with the minimum interest possibly low
she was amazed to hear from them
astonished she was very slow
did not for any reason blame them
accepted the payment complacently
wished them well gracefully.
God Be With You
Thumbs Up.
A Similarity
The imagination goes with the generation
the grandmother to the grandchild
each one having a distraction
that needs to be carefully filed
the grand mother went with her terms
had stones all around in her play
be it seven at one stroke one of less calm
or let it be the most native ones in clay
used to play hop in a swarm
the grandchild has her gadgets along
with an iPad iPhone loaded with applications
spends time peering over them for long
the child is lost in deep concentration
a manner the grandmother played in her days
drenched in sunshine and breathing fresh air
the little girl spends her time in a way
locked up in room with no care
the older one had her mother’s eye behind
the younger lives mostly alone
the mother sweating out in a remote bind
the proximity is not to be seen in tone
only frequent calls keep the child alert
the days have changed now greatly
the fundamentals still hang on intact
with the grandmother and grand child strongly
the discipline is passed on inadvertently.
An Exception
The brother is s
o adamant
the sister very understanding
there arise a tussle all day
with the brother pulling
the toy she takes
while the older one gives freely
at times holds back her favourites
come there the parents
to appease the boy
force the girl to part
she always docile does so
with a reluctance whatsoever.
The brother then turns cheerful
goes about his way happily
while the older one settles
with another plaything to engage.
An attitude that prevails through times
the elder one extends a truce
the younger sibling wins over .
This might be the universal game
there are exceptions to every rule
as in my case throughout
.
Great You Are
The Story Of Fiction.
The story is woven
with the heart and soul
the thoughts head to a clash
deliberations slow down
the plot gradually unravels.
Not with any prescription
nor with any plan
the fiction develops
with anecdotes small and big
spice up the tell.
The delineation of characters
the insight into their characteristics
the spin and the turn almost uncertain
the novel opens up in strength
a surprise to the writer hitherto.
The storyteller himself not knows
what is going to happen
as the feel get him in fits and start
up he goes through the heights
across he beholds a sight delicious.
That is how the fiction is written
the apprehensions and descriptions
fuse together in a whole
arise they an enthusiasm in all
the tale finally is accomplished.


