The nectar drops
not from the bee traps
not from the bee hives
from the music I hear
intoxicates me more
I lose myself all the more
a trance I am in
unable to come to reality
a fascination I experience
now, just now, almost now.
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Enchanting As it Is
The lush green meadows
shine with a lively gleam
leads to a fantasy not in a dream
an explicit illustration not a shadow.
The eyes feast with a pleasure
the heart breathes in a fresh air
wish to roll on the grass as bare
a flight much away from any pressure.
The cheeks turn pink with a glow
the face loves the wind that strikes it
the body is fully rejuvenated every bit
a quintessential strength gathers in a flow
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Count The Stars—Allegory
Counting the stars
those in the sky
counting one by one
as slowly in a try
counting in a sequence
could be a plausible buy
counting at random
could be a difficult tie
yet I counted them
as if I am an astronomer
I counted them
committing not a misnomer
I counted them
all the more longer
I counted them
with being almost a failure
a reason not to aspire beyond
as they elude like a mirage
a status being too much high
as always away from the range
a desire too great in proportion
being all the way an avarice not strange.
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The Snobbishness As I See
The love for the big
turns an obsession quick
could be termed an aspiration
a progress and an ambition
not so always I think
had me many a time blink
when friends talk of their riches
minding not the time in glitches
a boast of their wealth inappropriate
even at times of loss seem inadequate
how could they delve so deep I wonder
did not the tragedy turn them realistic I ponder
could be to camouflage their grief in a way
I doubt these interpretations in a play
as the snobbishness is interred deep in the heart
it comes not choosing the time in short
the exposition is so bare and raw
perhaps I could dub it as a great flaw.
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Anything More Dense.
Nowadays I am the way
I turn not on detractors
I hear not abuse
I feel not the contempt
stand resolved and stern
bother not of others
know that for every move
would be an arrest
for every word uttered
would be an opposite
not to be for the silence
would anything be more dense?
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Being A Thought
It is a thought
being not taught
occasionally caught
never bought
being one of a strategy
that of great energy
I love to circumscribe
being a scribe
hope to achieve excellence
not with much of a dalliance
that could be my reward
being a sensational award.
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A Blissful Soul
Been always in a house
where there is a garden
fruit trees being too many
guavas, mangoes and sapottas
all seen over and above
luscious they are in full
organic they be in all
as I never use any chemicals
both as manure and pesticides
grown naturally without any artifice
they serve the squirrels first
then eaten up by my cook and chauffeur
in the company of my gardener and maid
the rest comes to my table once in a way
I eat them with a love and happiness
being grown in my own soil with great care
of course it is my gardener who nurtures
let him have the fair share being first in line
gives he to his colleagues
a gesture to be appreciated
alas! before he could lay hands on them
the squirrels take the plum
choose the best of the lot
enjoy and be contented with the excess
I find myself the last in the rung
have to accept it without much ado
as I know sharing is a blessing
I am blessed by growing and extending to others
a blissful soul I could turn to be in all time.
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Not Mirth All The Time
Could be a day of mirth
almost so to this time
could be a day of grief
almost so to this time
could be both in a day
almost so to this time
happiness and sadness
exist together at this time
being so all the time
an incident of joy
coordinates with another
one or more of disappointment
as every day there is birth on one side
whilst there is death besides
that be the way of life
to me and to you all the while.
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The Little Girl Learns Dance.
My little girl lives far away from me
she is so sweet and graceful in her moves
learns dance with such a tremendous glee 
primarily her steps being a standing proof
“thai, thakka, thai thakka”
she says with a rhythm
her foot goes along with the” jathi”
sings she the divine hymns melodiously
expresses the theme with a “sruthi”
her eyes express the “bhavas” so beautifully
I stood enticed by her graceful movements
watching her from a reliable distance
cautious of not being found by her at any moment
as I heard from my son not with a defiance
she being a six year old so tender and sweet
wishes not to dance before me for reasons best known
keeping her in my lap I coaxed her with a greet
carefully asked her why she did not want to dance?
said she politely all the more and all very pleasant
granny, you mastered dance long long ago
I wish to perfect myself and would dance decent
saying so she quit the place not as any other time
just a march or a straight walk as usual
glided nimbly with “thaia thakka” “thakkitta ”
proposing a captivating dance all so casual
A school is to learn
what you wish
what you want to
never to earn
that be my wish
as I like to
study in one such one
know it is too late
still want to very much
go to a school as one
does not pulls into the gate
find none of such
a kind I wish to see
as it would turn a bliss
become an ecstasy
make every child not to flee
but hop into with a glee .
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