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Home is Great.


The home where one is born
evokes nostalgic memories in turn
The child would not know
the place but could feel it as of now.
The familiarity would seem strange
but it does exist in a range.
The environment gets close to him
Leave alone the house be small or big
the influence is great
The cozy environment that surrounds.
The ticking of the clock that is around
the sound of the buzzer that irates
the creaking of the gate that irritates
and the movement of the people inside
with the opening of the doors in sides
and the banging of windows due to harsh wind
and the smell that comes from the kitchen in bind
gives an attachment to the child unassuming
develops a sensation of belonging to him
That be so the home becomes a second mother to child
in which he could derive strength and tenacity wildhome
where he could deliberate and deviate
where he could do what all he likes
Home is beautiful and great.

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My First love.


A passionate love it would sound
very much away from the usual ground.
Not similar to the much expected round
as it falls out of the familiar track in the bound.
Never does it imply a hound
as it passes on easily into the surround.
It does not makes the heart pound
nevertheless it relieves the heart from an astound.
It is a passion that abounds
with learning and wisdom profound.
.Reading is my love with a beautiful crown
that leads me to places newly found. reading

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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 Melodrama


It looked as if it is going to rain.

The clouds  grew dark as if  in feign.

But the effort  was in vain.

As the expected did not happen in the main.

 

Thunder also joined the game.

The sound was tremendous not to blame.

But the work was only lame.

As nothing happened to name.

 

Lightning stepped into the fray.

The shine was a blinding  in the bay.

But the schedule was not gay.

As everything  indicated an event stray.

 

The rain played  hide and seek.

Its downpour was in streak.

But the entire schedule was meek.

As everything disappeared with a shriek.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Blind And The Bold.


A man  tried to cross the road all carefully.

Counting each step he took  attentively.

Tapping his way with a white long stick.

Expressing  cheer without  a slightest tick.

 

Another man followed him with ease.

With eyes focused elsewhere emitting a tease.

Waving an expensive mobile phone proudly. 

Guffawing with impertinence rather hoarsely.

 

The first man passed through sensibly. 

With ears  wide open to sound totally.

With mind  alert to the hubbub deliberately.

 Walked ahead unscathed heroically.

 

The second one got caught in the milieu.

With ears  stuck to the mobile with all due.

Absolutely engrossed in the talk all through.

Slipped into a tumble with a big hue.

 

 

The first one had eyes bare.

 Saw only dark nothing rare.  

Distinguished every sound to detail.

Took unhurried steps which carried him without fail.

 

The eyes of the second were bright.

Saw nothing beside the light.

Oblivious to sound on the right.

He was overthrown by a speeding car -a gory sight.

 

 

It is not the  apparent loss that affects.

It is the  real attention that diverts.

The challenged gets ahead.

The fit loses his head.

 

   

 

 

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The Loving Grand Pa


Early in the morning there was a sound.

It was not the cock a doodle do.

It was not the clock’s ding-dong.

It was not the baby’s shrill cry.

It was not the bird’s sweet call.

It was not the mother’s shout.

It was not the father’s retort.

It was not the boy’s grumbling.

It was not the paper boy’s cycle bell.

It was not the milkman’s  loud alarm.

It was not the whistling tea-pot.

It was not the hissing shower.

It was, it was, a snore.

Emanating from grand pa.



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I Remain


Insignificant I want to be,

Unknown I like to be,

My lineage matters not,

My way of life is a sort,

Educated to meet my requirements,

 Though had a spectacular ranking averment,

 I grew up to be a silent spectator,

As  my share was gobbled  by an impersonator,

I  prefer to be away from all, 

Always in  time for a call,

 I like to remain calm,

Though still in form,

I do  not  talk about others ,

 But get antagonized if talked by others,

 I am dubbed as being proud,

As   I never once  bowed,

 I am very strong in mind,

Equally  sound in kind,

Want to know who am I?

Nay not ,I maintain anonymity.

 

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Man Makes Them All.


The air around gets  choked,

The voice of most becomes hoarse,

Many cough violently.

A metallic sound emanates –boo,boo.

Fumes rise up from far,

The eyes turn  blood-red,

Tears flow down in  a dizzy.

A sobbing sound gets in         – hiss,hiss,

Vehicles produce carbon  emissions,

Choking man and nature together,

Implicating a catastrophe deliberately.

A chaotic commotion wakes up    – ugh , ugh

Cigar smoking  emit carcinogenic  tobacco

The lungs become weak,

Short of breath triggers fatality.

A silence  is remarkably felt.


Who makes all these?

The powerful  man makes them all,

To aid him  in his ventures plausibly,

A voiceless, cheerless , breathless, dead man emerges.