Straight I go.
Turn not left or right
Focused I am.
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Soga and Sana
Soga is a small timer
Sana is even smaller.
A husband and a wife
one feigns, the other is vain.
They know not etiquette.
A couple of days back
Soga was in the thick of a tussle.
He was at the helm of a function,
the event took an ugly turn
leading to a lot of unpleasantness.
Insensitive to the situation,
Sana paraded up and down
dressed in expensive clothes
wearing bright and gaudy jewels.
Soga entered the fray
talked with much audacity.
His words “I wallow in wealth”
drew much angst.
He was jeered
His connections with local thugs
proved catastrophic.
The gathered grew restless
manhandled him.
A chain of untoward incidents followed.
He suffered ignominy and financial loss.
Ethics go to make a man.
Elegance frames a woman.
Sensibility extends sobriety.
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Nemesis Strikes
Nemesis is powerful
never did I believe.
It is, I am convinced.
Leaves, not the one
who speaks
nor the one who commits.
Strikes with a force
then and there.
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A Dog’s Day With A difference.
The sight of dogs
causes a panic
I turn nervous
butterflies start flying
in my stomach.
Once,
I walked down the lane
a newborn pup
with half closed eyes
came behind me.
I hastened. He followed me.
At one place I slowed down.
He was trapped between my legs.
I jumped in fright. I trampled on him.
He whined.
I took to my heels.
A cyclist knocked me down.
The cars on either side honked
In the milieu, I bruised my leg
There was chaos.
Rubbing my knees, I walked ahead.
My friend’s house was nearby,
thought I could rest for a time.
So made my way to hers.
As I opened the door
a Labrador bounced on me.
I ran. I was palpitating.
The dog chased me
My friend,Tara, came out, called
“Tabby, come back”.
Tabby trotted panting.
Tara asked me to come in
I was in no mood to go back.
I walked homewards.
The Dog’s days are furious,
since they emit unbearable heat
I had an experience
worse.
A Dog’s day
with a difference.
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Fun and a Teach
I opened my sit out in the evening
saw a squirrel playing
with two sparrows.
Not a common sight.
They went up the stairs
one by one
descended the same way.
It was like a parade.
The squirrel led the trio
Beautiful it was
to look at them
perform so neatly.
I kept the door ajar
watched them
with admiration.
They marched into the garden
queued near the tap
the squirrel turned the tap
halfway, water started to flow
they played in the water
later quenched their thirst.
The squirrel tried to close the tap,
left it half done. The water flow
diminished. He could do no more.
It was fun to watch them.
Greater still, it was a teach
on organising.
The day begins
being eight in the morning
a hurried breakfast
and a dash to the workplace
as been the way all times.
Away from it now
it is, all the same,
be it eight or nine.
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Descriptions.
The description is elaborate
a word by word presentation
of what happened.
It is tiresome to hear
being repeated not once
many a time
If it is a happy event
interesting will it be for a while
Nay, it is an illness being explained
in all its details
not nice to hear.
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The Silly Goose.
Goose is related to an idiosyncrasy
below the level
of understanding and intelligence
being stupid.
Is it myth or real?
Observing the goose for a while
as she swam on the lake
chattering incessantly
[i]whack triak [/i]
I felt her innocence.
A no curiosity at all
nor a keenness at any juncture
simple sail up and down
prescribed to the range
of finding food for the day
pronounces a simpleton
a strive without any aim:choiceless.
A quiet lifestyle interpreted
in ways by men of six senses.
The prosaic approach and
the lack of enthusiasm
render the Goose uninteresting.
Could be the silly attitude
labels the Goose below
the normal standards
almost in par with idiocy
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The Family Ties.
The squabbles in a family
turns sour.
The one who is at the helm
seems not fair
the skirmish begins.
The tussle picks momentum
the situation worsens
hostility mounts
decorum is lost.
The family parts ways
the communication ends
siblings become foes.
The distortion continues
through generations
the animosity increases
never does it diminishes?
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Schools: Business Enterprise.
Centum and distinctions abound
beaming faces peep out from the papers
the topper has scored 499/500.
Amazing,
I turn the papers and see many more pictures
the schools publish them. An advertisement
for the next year’s admissions.
In my times,
the schools including my alma mater
did no propaganda. It was a quite affair
The schools were not in less demand.
Times have changed.
Of late, education is a transaction
the more you give the more you gain.
Fees are in various genres.
Capitation, admission, extracurricular,
laboratory, sports, so on and so forth.
Altogether, it runs into hundred thousand.
The schools work out a profit margin,
not one of 10 to 15% as in commercials
but a neat 40 to 50.
Knowledge is no longer the base.
Money plays the mirth.
Schools churn out scores
fail in personality development.
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