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Encomium To Reading.


 

Read thou art thus.

Read more none the less.

Read without a fuss.

Read with a phonetic  stress.

Read aloud with an emphatic  press.

 

Read, read goes the chant.

Read, read is the rant.

Read, read is a common grant.

Read,  read   for an enchant.

Read,  read  brings about a pedant.

 

Read between the lines  with a curiosity.

Read between the words with a veracity.

Read between the quotes with a credibility.

Read between the references  with a possibility.

Read between the  punctuation with a  plausibility.

 

Reading goes through in different strains.

Reading  gives a lot of gains.

Reading ensues a stream of trains.

Reading well signifies a powerful reign.

Reading  all the more sharpens the brain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Tune Of Fortune.


Round goes the wheel of fortune.

At times it whirls out of tune.

Overlapping all misfortunes.

Most times it falls short of  tune.

Invigorating a sordid  attune.

 

Fortune is temporarily tuned.

A blind dependence sets a discordant tune. 

Creating a strain out of tune.

Releasing  an unpleasant swoon.

Condemning a struggle all too s

 

To be blessed is a fortune.

Many do not fall into the tune.

Hard work never goes astray of the tune.

Sincerity ushers a lovely tune.

These indemnify a perfect tune.

 

 

 

 

 

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Melancholic Strain.


The evening was sultry and hot.

There was no breeze to cool out.

It was unpleasant  all through.

While sitting  heaving and puffing in the patio

Got calls from friends in a row.

Each one expressing a strain sad

Emphasizing the unkindness meted out.

The senior one wished to die

holding strongly destiny in her hands.

The other one cursed his siblings to a tragic death.

adorning  himself in  a prophetical garb.

The last one  was in bad health.

Depression had taken its toll.

He had shed his  snobbish pride,

Lo!looked demure and desolate,

 The poor weakling wished  nothing, cursed none,

He only longed  for peace to return.

These added up to the heat around.

Making one to think and think aloud.

Finally found out  that

Happiness is within ourselves

Not anywhere else.