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The Day And Night.


With the din and dust settling in
the day withdraws under the sea.
There being nothing more to thin
the city became closer to the lazy tree

The lights come out in yellow and white
making the city glow with illumination
the sound and music fill up the night
creating a noise of great denomination

Men and women gather in dining places
eating out with the family once in a way
spending much money on food of orient traces
allowing the children spend some time gay.

Returning home they go to bed
with the fortune spent on dining out
the man counting his shillings instead
the woman winding up in a fashion stout.

The night is almost half over
with dropping eyes they dosun peeps sleep
thinking of nothing in the hang over
as the sun rises into a gentle peep.

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The Rain And Sun


The sun and rain play important
as they give vitality to life
The sun gives impetus to growth
The rain supplements the progress.
Life in darkness sees no thrive.
Life without water also finds no reprieve.
Complementing each other in the drive
the prosperity gets on with a push
sustaining the world in which we live
keeping us alive in this world of struggle.
An excess of sun and rain will bring a collapse
as the rains becomes storm rummaging the entire
causing a hang over in full term.
The extra ordinary sun shine would char life
demeaning the whole to burnt cinders
The deficit of rain and water
would again land in trouble
creating famine and drought
with that killing many along
in their quick schedule.rain ans sun

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The Sun Over Strains.


scorching-sun-will-borden (1)The sun kept on shining
not taking a rest till the evening
Why is it over straining?
What for it goes on shining

Knowing not the answer
took the books to refer
could not infer
references of prefer.

Took a trial out
Walked in steady stout
Soon fumbled out
as it resulted in a rout.

The sun kept on shining
not bothered about my disturbing
mind which kept on asking
Why is the sun over straining?

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The Untapped Source.


The energy of any kind
works wonders great and strong
The power of man in substance
gets an impetus in abundance
from energy hidden and explicit
vitalizing it to a source of fortitude
raising it to unfathomable heights
superior signalling of deliverance.
A strength unparallel to attain
is the energy of the sun
which synchronizes into a potential
that could be stored for long
and used to illuminate and drive
best utilised as an alternate
to electrical power r proven expensive.
Energy needs a stamina inimitable
and a channel proper renewable
to get materialised and worked
into a force incredible and unbelievable.
This solar energy flows into the ozone
untapped prolonging as a wasteful resource. solar energy

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Unsworn


With a sun’s smile
and the rains frown
the day dawns

The sun picks up
the rain loses
the day advances.

The sun at top
the rain not seen
the day turns noon.

The sun retreats
the clouds gather
the evening sets in.

The sun sinks
the clouds get dark
rains come.

It is the rain’s play
lashing and falling
in down pour.

Such are the vagaries
of nature and life
unpredictable and unsworn.
vagaries

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The Sun Has Fun


The sun is grinning
as much as it could.
It is chuckling
all by itself in private.
It is laughing
with an empty guffaw in public.
It looks as though
it is jeering and mocking
at all of us under its canopy
reeling in the sweltering heat.
sweating unholy.
scorching sun

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Needless It Is


weddingIt was a tiring day.
getting up early in the day
to attend a wedding some 100 miles away,
while the hot penetrating sun’s ray,
pierces through the skin’s layer in a severe array,
causing a perspiration in a steady stay,
creating an unpleasant tedium in a sway,
yet had to mark the presence without delay,
otherwise it would lead to an unsolicited fray.

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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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Getting into the woods


Getting into the woods on a lively day,
brought  unfelt experience of gay.

There was  penetration of sun’s rays,

through the dense trees in a trace.

directing to a tiny bay.

There was a march of elephants in a fray,

calling each other in a bray.

The water fell down the hills in a sway,

flowing  quick without delay.

The birds twittered in a joyful  jay,

chirping with a spirited say.

There arose a desire to stay,

 in the splendid woods all the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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La Belle Dame Sans Expression


She lies in the bed with eyes wide open.

She lies there still but not for fun.

She lies motionless for hours in the run.

 

The Sun’s rays falls sharply on her eyes.

She lies frozen like a solid ice.

Is she real or a guise?

 

The noise around her is loud.

She lies undisturbed by the cloud.

She belies the spirit of the surround.

 

The day fades to a starry night.

She lies almost tight.

She presents an alarming sight.

 

The night sets in silently.

She makes no move relevantly.

Her posture calls for action immediately.

 

She rises from her bed in a sudden.

Smothers her dress of its crampled trend.

Walks up the aisle with hair done.

 

She leans over the rails.

She looks at the  night’s trails.

She fathoms  the dark sail.

 

She watches the vessel move.

She shuts her eyes in a disapprove.

Alas! her soul is entrapped in the groove.