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The Whale And The Shark


The whale and the shark
swim in the ocean
one upturns the other
a survival of the fittest
as seen in any habitation
be it in the waters or terrain
a desire to outsmart
being predominant
leads one to a conflict
a salubrious environment
go totally missing.

The desire to outsmart
the will to beat one
either by the competition of skill
or contest of strength
harmonises not rather suffocates.

The rattle and the prattle
along with the ramble
in a scramble
delivers a devastation
where there is death, bloodshed
accompanied by material loss
along with a mental torture.

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Now a Noise then a Silence.


There was a loud thunder,

Then a silence,

There was a great fall,

Then a silence,

There was a hideous clash,

Then a silence,

There was a deliberate blow,

Then a silence,

There was a terrific gunning,

Then a silence,

There was heart-rending cry,

Then a silence,

There was a rattling prattle,

Then a silence,

There was a deafening noise,

Then a silence,

There was, there was ,everything loud,

Yet, there was, there was ,then a silence.

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Forgery thoughts turmoil

Brands Of Four-


Birth of you keeps me wondering,

Family of you  makes me thinking,

Friends of you get me embittering,

Actions of you are detesting,

Oh ! tell me why  you are so infringing?

 

 

Your deeds force me to undertake a study,

Up I go with my frantic search ready,

 I got a background of your  family already,

No wonder you are so undisciplined and greedy,

Committing faults  mightily gaudy.

 

 

The eldest of you is a  school drop out,

Talks incoherently in a shrill base throat,

Clad in shabby, unkempt  attire throughout,

Thinks he is a perfectionist in a float,

Vitally he is  a treacherous cut throat.

 

 

The next in order is  the only educated ,

Speaks in measured terms not affected,

Dresses up in impressive clothing well-managed,

Behaves  with charm and grace absolutely dignified,

 Truly  he is  an elegance  finely styled.

 

The third of the family is an empty head,

Prattles in  broken disorganised  thread,

Wears  the most unsuited  dress code ahead,

Poses himself to be  well read,

Really  he is a snobbish dread.

 

 

A family so different I rarely find,

 Not looks but thoughts  also differ I extend,

Integrity  also has a graphical bend,

The siblings move on   to the end,

With their own  specific blend.

 

(The four  brothers  are products of imagination.The poem refers to none dead or alive)