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f the day is bright
we feel right
if the day is dreary
we feel weary
if the day is clear
we have no fear
if the day is dull
we feel not full
well, be the day
controls us in a way
day being dictated by Nature
Oh! Nature has such a stature.
The excess of anything is a danger
as it causes an intoxication in a ranger
be it food in a 
quantity beyond
as indulgence lands in orbits of outbound
be it wealth in a way
as opulence takes you far away
be it temper striking entire
as the gravity stabs the interior
be it brains in a say
as intelligence touches lunatic stray
be it passion in straight
as sensual extravagance creates a blight
be it fashion in show
as over exposure brings you to bow.
be it mercy in the go
as tenderness pitches you against a foe
anything right or wrong
a moderation should be your song
as it would put you in a stature
lively and delicate making you great and mature.
The sparkling diamonds
cast in yellow gold
hold my fascination
for years long .
Designed with great care
with the four C’s prominent
the diamonds remain a treasure.
Not many could afford the lovely stones
but there is nothing wrong in admiring
while the whole world revels on it
with the young desiring to have a ring
that is worn during the weddings
give the twinkling stone a sentimental value.
Solemnizing the wedding with the beautiful ring
has become the custom of the west
while in the Occident or in the east
diamonds have a superior sway
as ear studs, nose rings and bracelets
and necklaces with startling pendents
make the bride’s jewellery collection
Mainly the Indians attach great significance
as ornaments are made of gold and diamonds
marking the status of the families
that get into alliance as most marriages
go by the arrangement of the parents
Still the weddings that take place in India
do get organised by the seniors
while the girl and the boy gracefully
get into the wedlock as per the wishes of elders
succeed in carrying the yoke with understanding.
L
ately there is a significant rise in love marriages
with the proportionate break and divorce
which were once uncommon and unheard of in Indian culture.
The attractive diamonds has brought us to the culture
confirming its importance and richness in stature.
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A straight road is ahead.
There seems no turns in the stead.
It is a long stretch ahead
Yes, go straight to the stead.
The way takes you straight.
Exposing nothing in the trait.
It is nothing but straight.
Everything else reflects the trait.
It is monotonous travel right.
Going steady without a flight.
Believe it is a certainty right.
Moving forward without a fight.
Surely, you would reach the destination late.
Nothing to press an acceleration in the slate.
Struggling you achieve the nominations very late.
It is a gradual but slow realization on the slate.
Realizing you get straight to your end.
Crossing the sea of life without a bend.
That is how you have to live up to the end.
Straight in stature without a single bend.
It was a walk, a steady walk.
It was a talk, a steady talk.
It was an act, a steady act.
Lo! it was all in all a steady fall.
It was a style, inimitable.
It was a grace, unimaginable.
It was a demeanour, nonchalant.
Lo! it was all in all a systematic fall.
It was a move, instant.
It was a rise, immediate.
It was a leap, unforeseen.
Lo! it was all in all a steep fall.
Whatever it was in stature.
Howsoever it was a feature.
Whosoever it might be.
Alas! it was all in all a crazy fall.
Every thing was in order, to the dot.
Everything was arranged in the slot.
Everything looked grand and great.
Alas! it was all in all a tumbling fall.
Something mystical runs through.
Sometimes it appears to be true.
Rest of the period it is a mirage.
Oh! it is all in all a predicted fall.
There was a snap.
Tut tut it broke in a slap.
It broke into pieces from the top.
Dum dum it fell in a flop.
It looked miserable from the slot.
Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.
Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.
Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.
Could it be redeemed from loss?
Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.
Was it a piece of glass that lay shattered?
Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.
Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?
God forbid buying again would be a vanity.
It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.
It was an abstract design in feature.
It was not visible in nature.
It was highly emotional in stature.
The proximity to the theme is drawing close.
It was the filial relation that fell apart in blows.
The settlement proposal lay bare.
He was about to tear.
It had nothing to share.
It was all in all a flare.
He was shaking and fuming.
He angrily threw everything.
His exasperation was killing.
The situation was totally inundating.
The cream of his inheritance had been swindled.
He was left with little to rekindle.
He did not allow its value to dwindle.
So his siblings wanted to meddle.
They came up with a compromise.
It was an edict to legalize.
It was a ploy to legitimize.
It contained nothing to epitomize.
No wonder, he shook with indignation.
Their deceit was indeed an abomination.
Their desire was truly a profanation.
His ordeal provokes compassion.
He grew tall in stature.
His siblings professed no feature.
He called them faceless creatures.
Well, they have no standing in nomenclature.
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My heart sank to the deepest blue,
The day’s events pulled me down true,
A shot of quick anger rose in a flew,
A drop of tear rolled down in a groove,
The heart stopped in a slew,
I buried my head in a dejection all through.
A few minutes later I got up with vigour,
Brushed aside the tear in a rigour,
Sidelined the events to a meagre,
Abated the fuming resulting out of trigger,
Rose up with a stature even bigger,
Resolved to emerge victorious with a glitter.
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