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The Flowers Song


We experience awe seeing the flowers
while the rose induces  a romantic feel
the daffodils instil a pleasant keen
as the lilies make us calm
the hyacinths softens our heart
the violets lend us courage
while the red dahlias inspire us as well
the jasmine invigorates us
while the lotus down in waters
invites us to be down to earthdownload (8)
the realistic forms of the flowers
do make us get excited to the most
as they allow the poets to sing their glory
versifying  the tributes we commonly say.

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The World Moves On.


The world still moves on.

There was a sunrise in the morn.

There are many new-born. 

The horses neigh in the barn.

 The birds sing in the dawn.

 

The earth revolves around.

There is a lot of sound.

People walk around.

There seems to be no bound.

As all things are in order in the ground.

 

There is no sign of devastation.

Not even a specific exasperation.

It is but a regular situation

where there is liveliness in elaboration.

Easing out all  tensions  in a quick invigoration 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Song On Attitudes


Cohesive thoughts are interesting.

Ideas that bring out a change are fascinating.

Inventions that assure a turn are  appealing.

Strategies that usher a progress are demanding.

Improvements that lift up the society  are delighting.

 An involvement that renders an  arising is  appeasing.

 An insight that predicts a jump is  alluring.

 An initiative that brings a development is assuring.

To focus on the goals of life is a targeting.

To aim  high is a symptomatic entrusting.

To aspire  for the best is gratifying.

Anyhow singing this  song is most enlivening.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On the Run


The days of youth are fun,

As we are always in the run,

Once we are up on a tree,

We sing aloud in a total free.

 

The days of adulthood are little less fun,

As  we have to move about in a slower run,

Once we are in the mid tree,

 We deliberate on things not totally free.

 

The days of mid age are least fun,

As we have to check out our run,

Once  we are on the lower tree,

 We  work on  the responsibilities almost unfree.

 

The days of old age are never a fun,

As we  have to stop our run,

Once we are beneath the tree,

 We count the days when we would be set free.