He believes his siblings most
thinking them to be great
dumping his wife and children
who stand by him of late
telling them they are not fit
and refrains from talking
fearing they would question
speaks to his wife
just for 
necessity
now she has decided
to keep away from him
as she Knows that
he would not stand by her.
Tag: Talk
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I Do Write.
I do write .
I try to write.
To let me see the world
not through eyes
but through my write.
I do write.
I try to write
to let me hear things
not through my ears
but through my write.
I do write
I try to write
to make me talk
not through my voice
but through my write.
Well I do write
I try to write
to initiate a feel
not through the physical
but through my write.
Yes that makes me write.
I do write.
I try to write.
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Aspire And Acquire.
Getting to know little
we talk much.
Getting in hand very little
we spend much.
Getting to have learnt little
we speak much.
The very little we imbibe
in knowledge and learning
and possess as wealth
should induce us
to aspire for more and more
much has to be acquired.
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Mind In Delirium
A mind which cannot rest at ease
involves itself in gossip limitless
talking ill of others is one way
slandering unmindful is another way.
Why and what makes me do so?
makes one wonder ever so.
That mind should be extremely disturbed
with issues that keep it constantly perturbed
either by a heavy irrevocable financial loss
or by erroneous repeated flaws.
The monetary part sends a shiver
while the mental agony sets in a quiver.
Talking incessantly about a person
whom you do not like for no reason
impressively tells that you are jealous
of he being progressive and prosperous
and wish to inflict a dent to his image
by reversing his trend by a senseless barrage.
With children I am crazy.
I play with them brusquely..
I dance with them happily.
I jump with them wantonly.
I talk to
them sweetly.
I sleep with them lovingly.
Forgetting my age and size
I become one with them honestly.
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 is a way to live with dignity and pride
There is a way to speak with sense and sequential tide.
There is a way to behave interacting with love and charming smile
There is a way to write penning with substance and style.
There is a way to learn mastering with grace and skill.
There is a way to think deliberating with depth and differential fill.
There is a way to eat partaking with etiquette and delight.
There is a way to walk sauntering with gait and steps light.
There is a way to sit relaxing with comfort and in form.
There is a way to sleep lying down with modesty and decorum.
There is a way to dress clothing decently and without enticement.
Thee is certainly a way to die breathing out with peace and contentment.
There are ways for all things whether they be great and small.
To spite has become his way of life.
To gibber uncharitable words is his strife.
To speak like an uncivilized is his feature.
To behave unpleasantly is his culture.
To stare with all evil is his light.
From the very day he was born right.
The work is round the clock.
It goes smooth without a block.
It is lively beyond the lock.
It is diligently enrolled into a flock.
Thoughts go round and round the clock.
They gather strongly through the rock.
They never assume a deriding mock.
They oscillate stealthily in a tick tock.
They drive towards a legitimate dock.
The results show publicly round the clock.
Some signify a joyous stock.
Some also denote a sad stalk.
They propose an acceptance without a shock.
They incessantly revolve round the entire talk.
The world is governed by the clock.
Actions occur in an ad hoc.
The living is through an interlock.
Disaster creeps in when anything goes anti clock.
A facile move instills a glorious knock.
It was a feverish talk.
It depicted a mental block.
The anger was beyond the stock.
The expressions were hideously cocked.
It went on and on for hours through the clock.
It was hard to listen to the verbal shout.
It was sheer agony to hear the slanderous sort.
Impatience triggered a mental beset.
Caution took the bestof times as to not to be caught.
There was a struggle in between the slot.
The annoyance was a result of an unhealthy clot.
The swearing and cursing were unbearable.
The sobbing and whimpering were intolerable.
The incessant calling was really a strain incorrigible.
An intention to bang the telephone became irresistible.
Well it was a frightful exercise all throughout the day’s table.
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