Tag: Poem

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All About God

God be with you

goes the blessings

a true feeling from the heart

sounding little strange too.

If God be within us

why do we slip and tumble?

Not physically but in actions

other than that.

If by the blessing we go

Why do we speak lies?

why do we act wicked?

there seems to be a contradiction.

God forbid they say.

What is there to stay away?

when you go not against rules

this quote looks off the mark.

The forbiddance rises

when there happens to be chaos

that much could be felt

not required otherwise

God is there, a voice announces.

He is there almost everywhere

seen though not visibly

a phenomenon none deny.

God is there .

If that be true

Why do we see so much atrocities?

again there is fall out.

Calling God for all things

good and bad

shows the faith of men

once again goes up the suspicion.

With faith and belief

getting strong by the days

there be in the rise terrorism

a defiance vibrant all the more.

Tags blessings, God, Poem, Sayings

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Chasm Unexpected

it being a gathering’ a meeting after a long time

relatives and friends getting together

could be termed as a reunion.

The convention aimed at kinship

where the forgotten faces would be seen

the memories long would be revived

inducting a bondage and rejuvenation.

This confluence fell short of its motives

being there not cordial exchanges

mostly there was a comparison

of who is rich and powerful.

The interaction as it would be

was about all the defaults in the other

that he not responding an invitation

calling him a sneak and head strong.

The amiability was not to be deciphered

with scorn and contempt scoring high percentile

the purpose of the confluence getting defeated

the dispersal became a source of energy.

The meeting came to an end

with the date being fixed for the next one

could hear many grumble and mumble

expressing their dissent in a murmur.

The get together as they are fashionably acclaimed

never brings in a togetherness

instead they ensue a chasm unexpected

that be of status, power and wealth.

Tags convention, fiasco, gathering, irrelevant, Poem

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The Guest

There was the bell at the door
opening widely the door
found an unassuming entrant
who came without a dissent.

He moved with me so fast
wherever I went with a cast
radiating a warmth unbearable
and a sweat intolerable.

Tried to push him out
he did not go all throughout
staying with me not only for the day
prolonged his duration by months in a way.

He paid no charges
lived comfortably with me
making me slog and perspire
putting me to such hardships.

Battered waited for his exit
with patience and endurance in the kit
he did not bother to find another place
being happy and pleasant in my place.

When would you go out ? I sulk
not today or tomorrow he says looking bulk
When would you? I shout
he replies in the negative standing stout.

He would be with me for another six months mostly
disturbing me with his incessant heat totally
Oh! you, the sun please let me alone I beseech
as no longer could I put up with your preach

Tags cast, Door, guest, months, perspire, Poem, sweat

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Being Born Have To Die

Sauntering up and down

with the frame of work

that be going in the mind

for a long time down the years

as how to complete the task

being nothing very imminent

but getting important

with the years advancing

as how to fulfill the mission

that not be very noble

holding no virtues

that of being born as a human

wish to be of some use to the community

not want to die

as one who was born

has to die a phenomenon

natural and practical too

wanting to be little different

as to be of little help to the people around

never having tried so far

now aiming to do in quick

not knowing what to do

sit pensive for long

deliberating the way to perform.

Tags Birth, community, Death, help, Poem, Serve., Society

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Breathes There The Man

Breathes there the man
so goes the poem all in a way
there be a breath in the men
that be the priority of the day
as men do all deeds treacherous
that exasperate the breath all the more
they being in the catch of the imperious
doing most dubious acts with the fervour.
as there be so much infidelity around
the man’s breath turns out to be foul
keeping one and all in a bound
the man gets ahead of his crimes with a prowl.

Tags acivities, exasperate, foul, men, Poem, prowl, treacherous

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Physical Turning Abstract.

The womb holding the child

that be for full ten months

going through much strain and pain

delivers a babe full grown

ushering in joy and mirth.

The babe grows into a toddler

almost inseparable from the mother

nestling close to her bosom

this might last for a term short.

The boy in his full form

swaggers away from his mom

playing well away from her

coming to her when in need.

The phase of growth takes over

he becoming an adolescent

likes the company of the mother

opting a much external tie up.

The ten month bondage is strong and binding

yet the mother need to understand

that growth is phenomenal and vibrant

be it in physical or mental.

The maturity that comes with the years

reminds him of his duty towards the mother

they indicate a self-sufficient stand

not meaning a total dependence.

This being the state of human growth.

that of a baby to an adult in a stroke

where alignment wean off gradually

with the physical turning abstract

Tags growth, man. dependence, maturity, Poem, womb. child. boy

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The Adamancy.

The child in us all
showing itself in the desire for all
raising up in the form of adamancy in the thrive
that be the firmness in the likings with a strive
the feel of stubbornness going up with the age slowly
the intention to acquire increases gradually
the thought gains momentum as days go by
while the need or necessity takes the back seat in the try
the only aim is to get it by hook or crook anyway
that again proves akin to the childlike craziness in a way
with the feverish move there goes an attempt frivolous
which annihilates the reason and analysis almost rebellious
the mulish attitude grows with a zeal tumultuous
therein we find the grown ups as little boys in their glee.

Tags adamancy, Crazy, mulish, Poem, stubborn

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Ode To A Door.

The wooden door over there
stands for centuries there
it does not look bare
it is one that which is rare.

The wood is known as teak
having everything in sleek
the thickness and rays found greatly
show its tenacity and beauty mostly.

The door opens out and closes
with its hinges still in force
creak does it at times
still being alert all times.

Scenes that took place inside
incidents that happened outside
has the door recorded with dates
never would it reveal at any rate.

The door is a silent spectator
listening to that transpires now and later
from within and without be it
never commenting good or bad in a bit.

Doors like human has ears and eyes
and a mouth too but very nice
speaking nothing ill of anyone
preserving its dignity always never for fun.