On the hillock
there loitered a bullock
which had a knock
falling on a rock
making the land rock
and the soil lock
it was not a mock
but a genuine shock
everyone had to flock
by going up the block
with effort released the bullock.
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The Shock of her Life.
Gradually coming out of the shock
looking dazed and exhausted
with tears running down her cheeks
and she biting her lips to control her sobs
walks out in a staggering manner
to the aisle and looks out
at the open area under the blue skies
feeling her life has turned the same way
as the open ground
with none to tend it for the better
but left it abandoned to itself
allowing nature to take care of it.
Yet there were very few plants
with lovely flowers growing on their own
and grass shooting up unkempt
appearing with tufts and sparse
growth in and out.
Consoling herself she comes to reality
that whatever might be the consequences
she should live with a determination
and there are some good souls that would come to her
and keep her occupied.
Strength and fearlessness should guide her through
and without any doubt she would come up in life
as she is best known for her right decisions .
The work is round the clock.
It goes smooth without a block.
It is lively beyond the lock.
It is diligently enrolled into a flock.
Thoughts go round and round the clock.
They gather strongly through the rock.
They never assume a deriding mock.
They oscillate stealthily in a tick tock.
They drive towards a legitimate dock.
The results show publicly round the clock.
Some signify a joyous stock.
Some also denote a sad stalk.
They propose an acceptance without a shock.
They incessantly revolve round the entire talk.
The world is governed by the clock.
Actions occur in an ad hoc.
The living is through an interlock.
Disaster creeps in when anything goes anti clock.
A facile move instills a glorious knock.
It is, a shock,a terrible shock.
It is ,a revelation,a shocking revelation,
It is, but a truth, a revealing truth,
It is hard to accept, truly hard.
Coming out of it was a nightmare, a terrific one
It is a rude strike, an unnerving one,
It is an unbelievable episode, a stifling one,
It is hard to accept, truly hard.
What is it so alarming?
It is a murder, gruesome murder,
A teacher was stabbed by a her ward,
He is a fierce and young boy of fourteen.
The teacher was alone in her class, all alone,
The boy dashed in like a storm,
Slit her throat and butchered her,
She fell down in a pool of blood screaming .
The cause for such provocation is a warning,
The irregularity and inefficiency of the boy was condemned,
It is but the duty of the teacher to do so,
The infuriating rashness has cost a precious life.
The post of a teacher has become a mockery,
Her family is now destined to suffer,
A momentous fury has brought death,
It is difficult,to comprehend, really difficult.
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