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The Tree Calls.


The   trees  in the garden

 called me near with a request

 hearing their call I went closer

 they bent down to talk to me 

I stood on my heels to reach them

 they bent into half  or even lower

still could not reach me

 I trying to lift  my heels 

could push no further

we , both at different levels

 being able to hear each other

 got into the conversation

 with the tree asking me 

 never to cut her  or uproot her

 as she is my well-wisher

 and would prove a great asset 

with her branches wide and largedownload (65)

 warding off the dust  and pollution

remain faithful to my children also.

Stroking her with love 

I assured her that I would never do harm 

as I relish her company more than anything.

 

 

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Walks Of Life


Bisect the angle cried the Mathematician.

Dissect the frog called the Biologist.

Inject the vial  screamed the  Surgeon.

Infuse the chord ranted the electrician.

Lock in the water shouted the plumber.

Launder the money murmured the tycoon.

Hold me up  beseeched  the Minister.

Hush up dictated the tyrant.

Vote for me pleaded the politician.

Vouch for me demanded the businessman.

Align me with things good concluded the innocent.

Allow me to live  happily implored the commoner.


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An Ode To The Sun


Oh!the sun is bright and shining.

As its rays  are  blinding,

While its  warmth is scorching,

It is totally burning.

 

 

 

Lo!The humidity experienced  is killing,

As the perspiration felt  is  exacting,

While the fatigue underwent  is stifling,

The thirst caused  is devastating.

 

 

Advancing into the torrid zone,

Bereft of a milder ozone,

Depriving the environ,

Of its assuaging Torrence.

 

 

 

The Sun plays an active role.

In deepening the parole,

Leading to a destructive  hole,

Over the earth’s soul.

 

 

Riding through the arid  desert,

The sweltering heat destroys the best,

That is least found in the crest,

Of the forbidden nest.

 

 

Crossing over a bridge  high and low,

Find a river devoid of a flow,

Posing a sandy glow,

That makes the heart slow.

 

 

There seems to  be a tepid temper,

Creating an arrogant terror,

Disquieting a possible leveler,

Bringing forth a terrible murder.

 

The unbearable heat and sweat,

Renders a style of fever and fret,

Calls for a turn and twist,

To end up the sulk and sordid.

 

 

Will the rain clouds gather?

To relieve an uneasy lather,

Thus bring about a sweet charmer ,

In the form of a gusty rain.