Fun there be
with a tease and taunt
great be the haunt.
Tag: tease
The days I have lived
should it be fair enough to say
the years I have lived
that sounds good considering my age
have been spent on nothing I feel
having lived like a tree or plant
No! that would not be a befitting comparison
as they have given shade and yield
I have been through with no initiative
just eating and sleeping all through
doing nothing serious and practical
can I ascribe my existence to a stone?
Oh! that would not be a proper equation
as a stone has stood the test of times
remaining patient for centuries together
but I am worthless than a stone greatly
Well, did you say only now you have 
come to know
with a jeer and a smile in recognising my inability
Well, that mockery is not without relevance
as I had been all through irrelevant.
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An Exercise.
Early in the morn
it being an early dawn
with the silence all around
and a freshness in the ground
with no sign of human sound
only the barking of dogs in a bound
sitting out in the garden
a place to unload the burden
talking to none but to oneself
being a rare exercise by itself
which he does with ease
making him free from any tease
rejuvenating his memory well
keeping him agile in every cell.
None would like to follow
but would be a sure allow
for all who talk so 
without hurdles in the flow.
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Played Foul
Having been through life in a most different way
just looking after my work with dedication
had no time to see what was going around
as being cast in such a sphere had no inclination
as to get through and beat the competitors
but natural as it seemed I came above them every day
unknowingly I became a butt of their anger
by ruse they denied every share of my right.
I went about with a tempered attitude at times
while most occasions burst out in a fury.
Neither my anger nor my placidity paid dividends
as I lost the entire share to those who played foul.
Years passed and I grew out of it with much difficulty
but now my children in their lighter moments
make fun of me saying with cheer and humour
that I never knew to ask anything on time
and could never achieve the rightful portion
Their jocular remarks do hurt me great
I ruefully disdain my attitude and disposition
feeling great for the loss because of my nature
the loss 
in turn finds a reflection in their life too
as the wealth would have passed on to them as by natural law.
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Sunday Is Longer Than Monday
Sunday is longer than Monday.
my friends used to tease me
when my inner skirt stood longer
than the outer in a little manner.
Now, retrospective the days that have gone
with skirts and blouses proudly worn
comparing with each other the dress
pointing out that this pattern is superior
with the smocked blouse looking grand
making each other feel superb and inferior
that way of act brought tears
prompting each other to call
proud peacock 
and galloping horse
indicating the magnitude of pride
and the speed in which the words came.
Those were the days that still remain fresh
that can never be forgotten even after decades.
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Turn Away.
Being a hard nut to crack
he goes 
on his way
living as he wishes
not tagging with anyone
away from society absolutely
very much away from habitation.
Well, the cause might be great
it should have a validity
as it is difficult to get on so
The reason might look trivial to others
but to him it has tremendous impact
granting a bitterness and a distaste.
He has had his trials in life
He got injured and hurt.
he was taunted and mocked
subjected to derision and defamation
leading him to retreat into forlorn
living all by himself in a cocoon.
A tooth for a tooth striking at once
and an eye for an eye dreading all through
has been not his way of life all along.
Shunning them from vision totally
and not seeing them anywhere anymore
gives comfort and solace to the injured soul.
It is just a huge stone,
It is only a shapeless stone,
It looks expressionless and prosaic,
It has a long story behind it.
It has a history unknown to many.
The faceless stone has been for centuries,
It has seen generations of men,
It has heard them talk incessantly,
It has noticed them pass uninterruptedly,
It has recorded confidential matters silently.
The stone had been lying there for ages,
It had not been cared for by one and all,
Disregarding it as lifeless stone,
Incidents took place around it.
Yet, it lies there unperturbed from time immemorial.
You could easily set aside it as a stone.
Addressing it as a pig-headed bone,
Laughing at it with disdain and contempt,
But do remember if it is turned upside,
It has a whole lot to relate that would put you to misery.
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