The birds twitter.
Their notes are not bitter.
The tune is a flatter.
The monkeys chatter.
Their talk does not matter.
The noise is an annoying banter.
Men act as if in a theatre.
Their behaviour is a conspiring falter.
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Everything ended up in a blank.
There was none to bank.
The heart sank.
All issues drew a blank.
Nothing was above rank.
The mind sank.
Most experiences pointed to blank.
They lay above the tank.
The emotions sank.
Part of life was blank.
It exceeded the clank.
The hope sank.
Little cries imposed a blank.
The weeps overwhelmed the crank.
Death sank.
Crisis is seen all over.
Economy has tossed over
Culture has been swept over.
Ethics is not to be found all over.
Unruliness exists all over.
Illegality is rampant all over.
Violence spreads all over.
Filthy rich abound all over.
Powerful rule ruthlessly all over.
Righteous suffer miserably all over.
Yet the world revolves over .
As the crisis boils over.
What is happening right now?
“No one knows”, he says with a bow.
None knows what is happening now.
It could be a simple deal right now.
It could be a transaction initiating a bow.
What is in hold no one knows.
It could be prosperity in toe.
It could be misfortunes in a row.
Nothing should be anticipated now.
As everything is in a hotspot right now.
A small creature creates an irritation,
brings in a bothersome distraction,
inflicts a rare delusion,
leaves a nagging sensation.
It goes round the eyes,
perches itself over the nose,
sits on the cheeks like a dice,
hovers over the mouth in quick tries.
Driving it away poses a strain
getting rid of it is a gain,
Now is the time to tell you the main,
it is the common fly in its deign
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Orchestra
It was dark and serene.
Clouds moved across,.
lightning struck ahead,
thunder blasted over,
rains lashed with force,
the scene was sombre,
the light effect was dazzling,
the sound was deafening,
creating an orchestra,
neither of mirth,
nor of melancholy,
but of reality,
and of credibility.
It was a miss out which cost dear.
It was a fall which caused a smear.
It was a slip of the tongue that prompted a jeer.
It was a mindless cut that brought a tear.
It was an anger that raised the ear.
It was a danger that caused a terrible fear.
It was a provocation that invited a sneer.
It was a curiosity that called for a look near.
It was a wonder that instigated a peer.
It was a transgression that was slotted for the rear.
Always the miss outs would cost anyone dear.
The word is of great interest.
It is a delight when men show interest.
It is appealing when men have limited interest.
It is painful when men charge abnormal interest.
Interest in things grows as such.
The feeling leads to a buy out as much.
It dispels the fear of the crunch.
Initiating a purchase in bunch.
Interest on money accumulates so quick.
The lender plays a likely trick.
It assumes a stature of impenetrable thick.
Forcing the borrower to lick.
Interest plays the roles both.
It builds wealth in troth.
It eats up the fortune like a moth.
Condemning the borrower to froth.
The rain was pouring intermittently.
It was without force inevitably.
It ranged with a lag deliberately.
The roads looked clumsy totally.
People stayed back compulsorily.
The resultant was discomfort absolutely.
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Apart.
It was a terrible start.
As everything has fallen apart.
The scenario created a dart.
How to outsmart ?
The sequence is difficult to impart.
Should the horse go before the cart?
The mind is swirling in a dizzy thwart.
A numbed pain presses the heart.
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