It was a fraction.
It was a simple fraction.
It had a solution.
It was an easy solution.
Lo! it evaded a resolution.
Yonder, I see a beautiful person,
Getting near I rely on reason,
Beauty is not in the eye, I feel
It is found in the benign act,I seal.
The deceptive looks deduce a confound.
The sweet smile is actually range bound.
It is a treacherous facility that abounds
Forecasting a terrible tumble aground.
Never be carried away by outward show.
It would lead to a disastrous flow.
The hideous face hides itself in a profile low.
Waiting for a chance to strike a severe blow.
The blow does not injure the physical limbs.
It would strike deadly on the heart’s rims.
Extracting every sinew of the nerves to the brim.
Inducting a ghastly bloody wound plausibly grim.
Light heartedly, they go about in joyful excitement.
Revelling in the mirth of having struck the target vehement.
One day they would repent for their wicked ploy in indictment.
And endure a harsh curse and drastic swear all in a predicament
Is winning laurels an achievement?
Yes, it is a rightful assumption,
Is becoming sixty years an attainment?
No,it is a misconceived conception.
Celebrating the sixtieth birthday is a fashion,
Holding feasts and revelry in honour of the day.
Attributing it to the stars and zodiac signs is the reason
Spending hundred thousands in one single day.
Well ,that is each one’s wish is the defense,
Right ,is it not there a limit?
I stand out from the crowd which is an offence,
Yet,I will never admit.
To me, aging is a natural process,
Everyone born undergoes,
To me ,it does not bear any success,
It is only a natural recourse.
Oh! it was a big celebration people acclaim,
Oh! there was a huge gathering,all proclaim
Oh! the food was delicious the crowd claims,
There are many facets that confuse ,
There are many concepts that puzzle,
There are many directions that mislead,
There are many categories that kill,
Why so they do queries the mind?
Is it an evil mind that is at work?
Is it a diabolical device that wrecks?
Is it a greed that overwhelms?
Is it a jealousy that breaks?
Is it a vengeance that slaps?
Is it an inability that overtakes?
Is it a defeat that cramps?
Is it an animosity that cripples?

Reasons are so many,
They have myriad faces,
The destruction implicated sucks,
The depression experienced is gruesome,
Yet those who establish such crafts,
Live happily in good cheer and joy.
Is it not beyond reason?
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 .