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A Young lad Questions .

Where is the world heading to?
a question asked not by an adult
nor by a ripe old man
coming from a ten-year old boy
put me in a wild deliberation.

At ten, I used to play and read
bothered about the chocolates and ice creams
never thought how I could afford
as the revenue was away from my purview
sleeping well with no thoughts of anything.

The young lad presumably has knowledge of the events
the Ukraine affair and the Malaysian vanishing flight in recent
following all the episodes that happen with interest
perhaps feeling sad over the issues that bring destruction
the change amongst young needs both encouragement and discouragement as well.

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The Myth So Long

The flash goes bright

blinding the eyes

that of not artificial

but one of natural

coming in the form of lightning

while the myth goes

lightning powerful

would rob the eyesight

as my mother closed my eyes

during my younger days

a measure to save my eyes

that still lingers in my memory

forcing me to close the eyelids

as soon as I see a lightning

a habit that dies hard.

Is there any reason to believe so/

I know not what to say so

as the scientists have to answer

this frivolous question of mine

sounding very trivial and silly

but has a meaning great and valid.

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A Story To Narrate.

It is a short sighted indulgence
that overtakes all inference.
It is an overwhelming impertinence
that screws up a naughty interference.

Interference in itself is a scam.
while too much derision is a spam.
Heavy derogation is a shame damn
Calling names is a desolate slam.

Well,that is how the world goes round,
with people expressing remarks beyond the bound.
Involving themselves in deals not profound.
Condemning each and everything without ground.

They look with jaundiced eyes,
seeing yellow in all ties,
They scorn at all buys
clothing them with demeaning lies.

Why they behave so? remains a mystery.
Why they speak so? recalls history.
Why they look so? casts a hoary.
This is so records the story.