I Am Equal To A Rubbish

It has been a day of confrontation

not one of great importance

but one of great nuisance

with the in fight among the servants

one blaming the other over dominance

one accusing the other of authority

bringing in a commotion chaotic

know not how to control the trouble-shooter

as he being  the chef getting taller

for that very reason and  culinary skill

treating the rest with disdain by shouting shrill

every day dawns with a plight and noise

I have to deal with that having no choice

with an added out burst of temper from the master

who butts in with a least knowledge  but into it faster

blaming  me download (40)for the whole confusion and pandemonium

saying that I am inept in dealing with  these tedium

I stay put blinking widely at the abyss

feeling in a sort of being equal to a rubbish




Anger Environment Experience Health Life thoughts turmoil

The Smoke

There was a huff and a puff,

There was a loud jarring cough,

There was a heavy sneeze,

A smoke was seen through the trees.


The fire was ignited to burn rubbish,

It lay all around in big heaps,

The fumes butted out in a fleece,

It spoilt the environment’s peace.


It choked the young and old alike,

The lungs had to perform a strike,

Working with wheezing and  halted breath,

Struggling amidst  the spasmodic hearth.



People go about their own way,

Spoiling the habitation in a quick sway,

Inflicting the population with a deal,

Far more criminal than steal.