Participate in all
do not mind the fall
the involvement holds.
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A Source of Bounty.
The rains are on the way
the thunder has arrived
the lightning follows
while the sky turns dark
the air becomes moist
significant it could be
a beautiful syndrome
a gracious concept
a bounteous extension
always the rains are
somewhere in the land
everywhere in the stretch
all too much of a pleasure .
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The Stars Glow.
The stars glow from heaven
twinkle and twinkle all night
a subtle 
way to shine
being so small and tiny
with a reach all through
never could compete
they with the mighty sun
nor they could surpass the moon
they have their circumference
being extensive in a way
making one feel always
small is also beautiful.
A brick is
lying on the bin
possibly from a building
that would have rocked with din.
The brick has become a trash
discarded from the demolished structure
that surely would have been a bash.
The brick has lost its stature
fallen from the debilitated edifice
that would have had a significant feature.
The brick is left in the rubbish
possibly a part of a historical monument
that would have been very stylish.
So be the destiny of the brick
once at the height of glory
now dead without any tick.
Could be said not only of the brick alone
be that of anything men and matter
being forced to resign in a forlorn.
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Too Many Cooks
Too many cooks
there are in a kitchen
spoil the broth
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At All And In All
He scoffs at all
as if he is above all
scorns too at all
as if he is above all
rude he is to all
as if he is above all
crude he is in all
as if he is above all
looks with contempt at all
as if he is above all
not so he is in all
he is far below of all
be it in status in all
he is far below of all
be it in learning in all
he is far below of all
be it in appearance in all
he is far below of all
be it in the manners in all
he is far below of all
it be a complex in all
showing superiority in all
beg inferior to all
a feign be it in all
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The Comment Unsolicited.
Heard a comment the day before
one of great value in a suppose
came from a man of great experience
a senior man he is with a critical eye
known for his remarks wholly abusive
never could he see the best in all
searches for the unseen through the veil
points his fingers at the links not thought of
feels he is above all being a trace of omnipotence
found too much in his authoritative moves
crosses beyond the line of his status
being not a boss or a chief but a subordinate
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The Sun And The Moon.
The sun and the moon
take up the skies in turn
the sun is high up till noon
shines with a caustic burn
mid afternoon go a little low
with the evening it settles
at dusk it goes far below.
Could not be said of the moon in nights
it grows and wanes all through the month
a growth phenomenal in a fortnight
while it fades through the rest of the month
a cyclic round it undertakes without interruption
an increase and a decrease in succession
the difference between moon and sun in straight.
They work from dawn to dusk in full strength
never once they fail in their extensions
being the source of energy and light in length
none could challenge their distinctions
that much could be said of the sun and the moon
they being a great gift to mankind and a desirous boon.
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The Dogs In The Lane,
The dogs in the lane
bark all the day
not one of the Great Dane
being cross breed in a way
look like a mongrel in type
shout at the top of their voice
cause a tension of hype
what could be the best choice?
they inflict a pollution of noise
the day turns heady in a start off
the afternoons are left in peace
comes the night they bark gruff
late into the midnight they fleece
whine and whimper all through
could never have a sound sleep
with them crying out deep.
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Love Talking To Myself.
Love talking to myself
the practice I had from young
inquire and reply all by myself
bothers none else in strong.
My mother got upset for no reason
scolded me a lot all the more
she thought it to be a treason
others would think I am insane all the more.
I confined my sojourn to my room
talked to myself looking at the mirror
an improvisation in the privacy of the room
preoccupied I was in my reverie with no horror.
The conversations I had with myself all the time
has made me saner for that matter as such
I picked quarrels with none at all times
lived and live in my circumference as much .
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