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The Cackle All Along.


The bird cackle all day long.
why I know not?
Their chirping is not one of gay
Why is it so I know not?
What for they make noise so sad?
I think in length all the while.

Listening to them always made me cheerful
Buoyant would I go with their songs
Humming with them all through the intervals
ans watching them in glee every time I see.
They are an inspiration to me all along
as I see them to be one with them in a belong.

The cackling continues more with a tinge of sadness.
i go in and out to find what went wrong.
getting no clue fromcackle their movements
retreat inside with a terrible alarm.
Confused and clueless I sit in a daze
not ever finding the cause of the mirthless cackle.

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My Grandchildren


grandchildrenHeard a song in the garden .
It was so soft without any burden.

The song flowed down the aisle
and through the windows in a sail.

Pushing the curtains little and peeping
found my grand-daughter singing

Knowing, my presence would make her halt
stood with tempered feelings behind the slot.

Our own children made us responsible. .
but their children grant us pleasures invisible

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Where She Belongs?


glaring outfitmade up womanHeavily made up in a glare
she walked with steps rare
Stitched with stones rare
her outfits presented a striking glare.
Decked with shining jewels rare
her posture reflected a shocking glare.
She was the epitome of snobbery in a glare.
Moving with frivolous fallacy a deviation rare.

Well, that has been her way of life for long.
Straddling with imperious affectation all along.
She spoke in a euphemistic tone almost like a song.
Uttering meaningless attributions without a wrong.
She behaved like a wanton child in the throng.
Exchanging silly words for nominal prong.
She was a synonym of vanity excessively strong.
One knows not where she belongs?

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The New Born


Woke up in the morn,

to the tune of a song.

The sun  mirthfully shone,

amidst the gleeful throng.

There was a mild sound,

which came along.

That expressed in a  lovely tone,

an arrival of a new-born.

 

Crying in full throat,

the babe made the entry.

Alerting everyone with a short

sharp  notes similar to a sentry.

Revitalising the surrounding

with a charming frenzy.

That brought out  aloud,

the arrival of  the new-born.

 

 

 

The anticipation turned out

to a passionate excitement.

The anxiety converted itself

into a delightful predicament.

There  arose a tranquillity

embedded in peace and contentment.

That delivered in all serenity,

the arrival of the new-born.

 

 

 

 

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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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The Dance of Little Meenu.


Little Meenu was singing all by herself.

She was dancing all by herself.

She was the  star performer that day

She was the best dancer all the way.

 

Meenu was  singing at the top of her voice.

Her imagination extended beyond  her toys.

Nursery rhymes were her best choice.

She set them to her own tune with rejoice.



Round and round she went in  steps slow.

She  danced merrily to the melodious flow.

It was both western and oriental in one blow.

Her singing and dancing made her glow.

 

Her first line was “row,row,your boat”.

It was followed by “are you sleeping ” in a float.

She went back to “row, row, your boat”

She then sang   “Baa,Baa Black sheep” as an end note.

 

Meenu covered the  big  stage with ease.

Her movements were  soft as a snowy fleece.

Her melody was like a  soft breeze.

Her recital was an impressive feast.

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It was and it is.


It is snowing in the west,

It is sun shine in the far east, 

It is stormy in the top north,

It  is scorching in down south.

 

Nature has its own way,

Hosting a gale in the bay,

Holding the Sun in a ray,

It has its own say.

 

Rains play a  terrible havoc,

Initiating an incorrigible flow back,

Quakes shake the  basic track,

Imposing a bloody severe crack.

 

Storms ravage high and near,

Implicating a casualty dear,

Floods wash up in a rear,

Involving a great fear.

 

Fire rises in a flaming red,

Installing a feeling dread,

Snow imposes a shred,

Indexing everyone  to a  fled.

 

Nature goes about thus,

With a lot of fuss,

Provoking a terrifying gush,

Then subduing to a quiet hush.

 

This had been so for long,

It looks nothing wrong,

It is where we belong,

Much so Nature is a lively song.


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Everyday Music


I go to no concert,

I hear music from where I am,

The breaking of dawn is music to me,

As I hear the  hen call cock a doodle do ,

It is a high pitch call,

Followed by the crows caw,

Which denotes a base tone,

Then come the sparrow chirping ,

In a gay collective note,

A little away I see a goat bleat,

Along with the cow’s moo,

Heightened by the donkey’s bray,

Jarring with the dog’s bow-wow,

Softened by the pussy cat’s meow.

 

 

As the day advances to mid morning,

The cry of the babies ,

Mark the loudness

While the constant chatter of elders,

In hushed tones,

The clatter of pans in the kitchen,

Bear a  deafening frequency,

The hurried sweeping of the floor,

Call for a hustle

The mopping and brushing,

Create a swishing noise,

The hissing of a shower,

Presents a comfort zone.

 

 

The day draws to a close,

With the birds flying back,

Fluttering their wings,

The animals get calm ,

By retreating to their dens,

The children become sleepy,

Giving out a tired yawn,

While the adults relax back,

With the television  on,

The  gentle breeze sets in,

Refreshing with its melody,

As the night slowly embraces the sky.

In a harmonious excellence.