Damsel In Distress

It was at the spur of the moment

the mind subjected to torment

not able to contain the  emotion

burst out angrily without a stutter

cursing and swearing the harm doer

beating  the heart in a violent behaviour

crying out that she has lost all things in life

for which she had worked all in strife

she then swooned in utter  dismay

falling back in a confused array

listening to her one felt sympathy

as understood every one had an  empathy

nothing  they felt could make her come out

as she had been beaten throughout

her patience  was under test

high time she took a decision best

that would pull her out of the dejection

and set her in the path to progression

that be the  worthy known  wisdom

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Mother And Son.

Mother keeps saying 

she is not partial

but the children keep saying

that she is. very partial.


Not denying the fact  some mothers do

when they have wealth

giving more to one in a go

and less to other in stealth .


A mother with no means

cannot do injustice by course

Knowing that the children by all means

kill her by bargaining  her too much by force.


Making her suffer  much

as she feels desolate

wanting to die greatly as such

before the destined period in isolation.


As she  at a point of time

gets  unable to endure

wishing to die before her time

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The Invisible Hand.

All roads led to Rome
I went back home
having to do nothing much
sat down with a book
that talks of many things
that happened in the last decade.
A real story of the governance
where there was an invisible hand
clutching the man at the helm
allowing him not to act briskly
but putting him to untold torture
with that being the compulsion
the man who had to rule
dozed off in his powerful chair
winking now and then initially
then the frequency increased
as the fear grew fast in him
as such there being no administration
the country slowly leapt to bankruptcy.
Taken aback by such confessions
after a lapse of yP.Mears
made me think and think
as how countries go to dogs
as how the citizens get swayed away
by the tantric of the powerful

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A Feverish Talk

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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Earth In Dearth

Land,mountains and rivers comprise the earth,

Where people,animals and birds find their berth,

Man takes the upper  coveted  class by choice,

Constructing  houses like random toys,

Animals roam in the woods,

Surviving on whatever available food,

Birds  nestle in  the beautiful trees,

Eating the fruits and berries,

Each species  lead their own life,

Unmindful of  Mother Earth’s strife.


The  colony of the inhabitants  bears their  harsh governance

Revolving round its axis  undeterred by their  ruthless   irreverence.

It extends a progressive prosperous significance,

In the form of  formidable crops,  rich minerals, and other expensive  reference,

It keeps its children in best comfort and  noble ease,

By rendering a  cherished enjoyable appease,

Nurtures them with great affection and extreme  kindness,

Granting  the inhabitants with superior  benign  loveliness.



The occupants of earth treat her  rashly,

By building  oppressing concrete jungles  on her madly,

The dwellers crash her  heavenly splendour,

By teasing her potentiality with chemical wonder,

The inhabitants destroy her imperious posture,

By indulging in wicked  unbearable torture,

Of tilling and tilting. digging and deepening

Into the deep treasures  latently  lying,

In the ever fertile womb of   the earthly mother,

Who mercifully  expresses  a smiling  contentment altogether.