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A River’s view
Oceans are mighty dark and deep,
With a lovely blue fantastic seep,
Roaring incessantly in a beep,
Circling the land in a sweep,
Hosting a lovely charm to the peep.
River is a small sister to the sea,
With a clear crystal like water free,
Flowing mildly in a humble be,
Irrigating the land without a fee
Posing a gentle grace to the see.
The sea has extensive water salty,
The river has limited water tasty,
Whales and sea gulfs live loftily
Fish and tadpoles breathe lively
A life of small and big around daily.
Rivers rise from the mount,
As small springs in the fount,
Gain power and speed in a count
Adding strength as they dismount,
Presenting a cherished beauty to the account.
The river travels through rocks and lands,
Enriching itself with varieties of herbal strands,
Passing through cultivated fields and barren sands,
Invigorating the soil to a rich fertilised brand,
Making the toiling farmers a happy band.
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Man is Forging Ahead
The clouds show a darkening thick ,
The lightening exhibits a flash terrible,
The thunder evolves a loud blast deafening,
The vapours condense as watery drops.
Prompting the rains to forge ahead.
Sports unveil a participation bright,
Elections display a competition stiff,
Industry portrays a process fine,
Education teaches a diligence great,
Compelling Man to forge ahead.
Justified progress is true dynamism.
Moving forward quietly is ethical.
Working hard to earn is commendable,
Looking the other way round,
Counterfeiting is a proclaimed anarchy.
Learn from nature which never pretends ,
Follow the animals which never frame,
Listen to the birds which never falsify,
Oh! man , you never look straight,
But indulge in falsifications .
Duplicating signatures is a fraudulent art,
Forging money is a grave disorderly business,
Selling unlabeled goods is a wicked flaw,
Displacing identities is a callous theft,
Knowingly man commits all these falsities.
Reason is the sixth sense specially for human,
Endowed to him to realise right and wrong,
He uses them not rightly but wrongly,
Adding to his already tainted portfolio,
Of lies, greed, fraud, and ambiguity .
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An Ode to Frailty
Saw a bundle of contradictions down the lane,
Men and women crossing the road in a bane,
Marking their priorities in a plane,
Deviating from the set principles in a Wayne,
It is but a convenient turn from the approved terrain.
Money lays the first bait in the frame,
Beauty follows with an ambush in the claim,
Power overtakes the conspiracy in a tame,
Fame hastens to hold the top in the name,
Strength yields to all these in a shame.
Hitting directly on the vulnerable spot,
Achilles heels was the credible dot,
Midas’s greed was the invincible lot,
Hamlets’ indecisiveness was the indefatigable slot,
Infirmity drove a meek submission to the plot.
Frailty !thy name is woman calls the bard,
Men also express weakness in a way hard,
Lust entices all like a magnetic band ,
Power corrupts all to a shameful stand,
Frailty wins over all to a freaky fraud.
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Alone in the Dark.
The night drew to a dark,
Over there the stray dogs bark,
On the trees the owls hoot,
It was time for the boot,
Heard a loud thud around
The heart beat in a fast bound,
Two masked men moved slowly,
They spoke in a noise lowly,
Shivering in the darkness,
Clasped tight the bolt with firmness,
A blow on the door gave out a blast,
The door was broke open fast,
In charged the men with masks,
Stealthily advanced towards their task,
Rightly reached the safety vault,
Mustering courage without a fault,
Took hold of a deadly lethal weapon,
Dealt a hideous stroke on them thereupon.
Paralysing their movement to a still,
Knew it would be an action uphill,
No matter boldly slapped them severely,
Blood oozed out from their heads profusely,
As they fell down half dead,
Am I alone in the dark?
Nay, my mind was alert like a lark.
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A Mental Block
Twinkling like a star up above the sky
Glistening like a dew down on the grass ,
Shining like a bubble over the blue ocean,
Strewn over as pebbles in the dry ground,
Thoughts prepare a lovely sketch on the mind’s canvas..
Alike the beauty of roses in the garden,
Akin to the innocence of the toddler ,
Similar to the small stature of a sparrow,
Like the colourful butterfly hopping ,
Ideas fresh and keen create a delicious sprawl.
The biting cold blizzard makes a puffing,
The dazzling white snow fall like balls,
The frozen ice delude the rivers as thick sheets,
The habitation experiences a shiver in the winter,
The mind stands still like a lifeless vegetation.
Insights get stuck as stumbling blocks,
Progress stagnates as water in a muddle,
Proposition falters as fall in a slippery terrain,
Significance eludes as a shadowy gloss,
Deliberations suffer a mental barricade.
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Is it a Bash?
A noise with a thunderous sound,
A sound of a barking hound,
A hound with an attacking bound,
A bound with a charging 
round.
A round with a tricky ground,
A ground with a marshy mound,
A mound with a steep pound,
A pound with a stony surround,
A surround with a solitude around,
Propounded a bash in the background.
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Thoughts Go Far And Wide.
Beauty is an eye-catching attraction ,
Appearances are deceptive states the quote ,
Yet we go by fascination.
Gold is a shining attraction,
All things that glitter are not gold is the proverb,
Yet we get lured by its valuation.
Money undergoes a craziest depreciation,
When wealth is lost nothing is lost is the adage.
Yet we chase this decamping illusion.
Greenery is a splendid distraction,
Go Green is the most powerful slogan of the era.
Yet we care a hoot for its recuperation.
Discipline is a credited presentation,
Enhances the pride of the order to excellence,
Yet we plunge ourselves in defamation.
Arrangement makes a charming application,
Display a neat course of design in grandeur ,
Yet we disregard this representation.
Feuds and quarrels are contradictions,
No two minds think the same way is the common principle,
Yet we cry hoarse of the detraction.
Speed and haste are greatest precipitations,
Establish a confused and chaotic display,
Yet we adopt these disturbing qualifications.
Ranting and heaving are the worst designations
Implicate a muffling cynical derangement,
Yet we practise such ruthless passions.
Such thoughts productive and unproductive realisations
Pushes us forward and backward in an exhaustive endeavour.
Yet we travel far and wide in imagination.
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The List I Missed
Forgetting is common to all,
Never so to me .
Missing out is uncommon to all.
Never so to me.
I have a strong memory to fall,
Always faithful to me.
I lost my belongings 
in a drawl,
Always unfaithful to me.
My recollections go ahead of the call,
Ever it reminds me.
My counting shows me a great crawl,
Ever it saddens me.
I draw up a list of the lost treasures tall,
Certainly it dampens me,
I swallow my grief as a dumb doll,
Certainly it kills me.
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Fighting You Die
Rights are not for the few,
They are for all,
Get them as your due,
So wait for no call.
Deprivation by the few,
Is found true,
As the treacherous view,
The sincere as a gullible clue.
Cloaking the events to a few,
Into a concise edit,
The plunderers go about in blue,
Collecting valuable credit.
That may be for the few,
Involving in schemes,
Usurping the ownership too,
From the coercive gleams.
Rise up against the few,,
Not though violent,
Overpower them by the slew,
Of actions curt and silent.
Fighting for the share is a rue,
May seem an inebriation,
Spelling an unwanted long queue,
None the less it is a compulsion.
Efforts may appear dangerous too,
Eliciting a risky endowment,
Hustling past all these that blew,
Have to die if needed in lieu
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