A sound unheard
khe, khe, ko.
A step so loud
thud, thud.
A breath heavy
whiz,whiz
caused a fear
as the heart jumped out
and the eyes protruded
a sensitive theme
one of unknown horror
thought to let it go
impossible it seemed
a mysterious experience
unable to unravel.
Tag: sensitive
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A sensitive Plot.
It is a plot sensitive
I do not know
I never take anything offensive
I believe it as how
trapped in without being defensive
am lethargically slow
into it without being apprehensive
receive a harsh blow.
I am now insensitive
my heart has stopped the flow
it is an agony excessive
my mind bows low.
I am sensitive
very sensitive
to those around
to words across
to experience all through
quick as a wink
I go into the shell
never wish to come out
slowly as the hurt heals
I make my entry slowly
never turn across
those who bruised me
not a talk all through
of those who hurt me
Oh! that is me all the way
who has lost many a fortune
by this schedule of sensitivity.
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Top Of The World
A friend of mine
talks with a shine
smile is her weapon
defeats she a dozen
sensitive she is true
she never lets any clue
preserves her hurt close
performs her act 
in chose
comes she with a dagger
sets the opponent to a stagger
an interesting persona
she commands a validity
nice to relate to her
great to depend on her
true to the words
she is top of the world.
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Sense and Sensitivity.
The senses be of strain
when faced with a drain
the sensitivity becomes plain
as they leave a feign
there be nothing to deign
there exists no reign
there be no sign
of growth in any design
that be the issues of the sense
when it harps on nonsense.
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Squirm And Squiggle
The thesis being of population
the limiting of growth of birth
a propaganda for family planning
including measures deep and private
educating people to control
the desire and urge with a condition
being delicate and awkward at times
where in the lands birth rate is high
there arises a compulsion for the government
involving a campaign for decrease in popilation
posting on every wall available on the road
releasing the advertisement of restriction
mostly on every nook and corner
broadcasting on radios on and off
televising on the shows quite regularly
the propaganda comes fast
directly to the living rooms
where aged, adults and children
converge to watch the programs entertaining 
thereby inducing an embarrassment
among the old and young in a way
who squirm and squiggle in discomfort
a detail needing a sensitive approach
being a dainty tackle to get organised.
I keep rice to the crows
everyday before I take lunch.
This has been my practice for years.
never once I have forgotten to do so.
A few days ago felt very sick
Tired to move about lay in bed
did not prepare food myself
so no rice for the crows.
Right at half past one
the crow came to the spot
Seeing no rice to peck
started to caw with a drawl.
Tossing in my bed with high fever
could not make out the time
hearing the crow’s call
knew it was half past one.
Gathering myself with difficulty
made my way to the kitchen
finding nothing than a bun
placed it on the spot.
The crow from a distance
looked at my feverish move
came towards the bun
smelt it and flew away.
Take it or leave it
cried my mother.
Angry for what
I know not.
The sudden outburst
was unfamiliar
causing a feeling
of discomfort.
In a freak of anger
justifiable too
like mother
so the daughter
I threw the thing
I remember not
what it was
as years have
rolled and memories
have got rusted.
Sensitive was and is
my weakness as
everybody terms it
but I feel strongly
it is pride and
self-respect that
had held me and
is still holding me
in a status different
from the rest
many might dislike
me and only a
few would agree
with my sensitivity
or rather I would
address it as
sensibility am I right?
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