The place opposite to my house
once had monkeys in the most
the space now is a repair shop
thought no monkeys would hop
I am proved wrong now
as I see them dancing in a flow
they used to hop and stop on trees
now they do so on bars very free
the trees had been felled
atrociously
the monkeys cast their spell mischievously
that be the ruin of Nature by man
he does much harm as much as he can
Tag: Trees
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The Song I Hear.
The day is beautiful
intermittent showers
the demure sunlight
a cool breeze enthrall
all set to entice
I hear a music
comes not from anywhere
but from myself
a song of my life
hums in my ears
the notes go up and down
expressing the joy with a gusto
intimating the sadness with a feel
synchronising the glory in cheer
reflecting on the losses in grim
the high intonations with melody
merge with the low notations softly
the song goes on for hours
my eyes become moist
wiping them gently
I stare in front of me
the greenery bewitches
the bare trees devastate.
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Environment
The environment as such
only few trees in bunch
no other greenery around
trees too very old in the round
propose
a sordid outlook
by the side of a brook
with very little water
no birds to chatter
looks so desolate and dull
seems like a murder in all
with no life around in the call.
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My Morning Dessert.
Thee morning walk round my house
an half an hour it would be
a stroll under the canopy of trees
they be mango,chikku, jackfruit
along with asoka,gooseberry,naaval pazham
while around the house on all sides
there be a score of coconut palms
tall and lanky with nuts on the top
it is a little oasis amidst the concrete desert
I go about in a relaxed way
as I have noting imminent to do so to say
pick up the small black berry like fruits
called naval pazham
in my part of the world
look like big beads indigo in colour
shine in the morning sun like black beauty
they depict a pictorial phase
as they lie there on the brown ground
some half bitten and some with no flesh
gnawed and chewed by the birds and squirrels
while I collect I cross many of them
they stare at me in anger and apprehension
my domestic staff look at me with a grudge
as I gather the fruits diligently
collect them in a vessel
wash them with care not once but twice
to remove the sand on them
that lie profusely on their skin
garnish the fruits with little salt
set them aside for half an hour
the berries would absorb the salt so well
they would serve me as a dessert
the taste is beyond expression
salty and delicious all the more
with a lot of iron hidden
I eat one by one with ease
a happiness I derive not elsewhere.
The dull weather around
little sun and little warmth
very sultry at times
humid all through
calls for a walk around
Walk to the aisle
stand there for a moment
look across the garden
that seems duller still
leaves droop and grass dry.
Return to the patio
sit there with a book
peruse the pages
they appear dullest of all
push the book away .
Lie down on the bed
eyes stuck to the roof
a picture traverses the mind
very prosaic and uninteresting
slumber escapes in a way.
The dull I say
abounds and overwhelms
sadness descends slowly
know not why it happens?
an uneasiness prevails all day.
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The Beginning and End.
The beginning of the day
marked with cheer and rigour
ends up in the evening
with a serene feel and tired mind.
Every beginning starts with mirth
concluding with a misty exhaustion.
The wear and tear throughout
sucks our energy and liveliness .
The day is not exclusive
it being found in human experience too
with the youth are always thriving
the aged mostly fall into decreasing strive.
The years of toil and experience
grant a wisdom and sobriety
they too greatly bring in
a fatigue and lethargy.
The sparkle and shine gradually fade
leaving a care and share in the go
lit with an overwhelming concern
accompanied by a consideration .
This is the way everything goes
that be of day and human
could that be to animals and trees
also found in culture 
and civilization
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The Mind Garden
The garden over there being revamped
with weeds and unwanted plants being pulled
branches overstretched being cut
the garden seemed to acquire a new look
while new varieties of plants planted in rows
with a make do fully with a swing and speed
the garden became a splendour over night.
Being done with great effort and care
the people around enjoyed every stretch
with flowers sprouting out in gay
with tress fluttering in joy
and the grass glittering bright and green
with hedges neatly designed and kept beautiful
there appeared a gracious charm all over.
As I went through the garden
carousing every piece of beauty
a thought crossed my mind
which was a little away from the scene
but has to undergo such renovation
as a matter to regain the liveliness
if not the spirit in whole.
The mind tossed by emotions and pathos
having suffered terribly by the experiences
being meted out by the life all through
having succumbed to such travails
needs to be rejuvenated and renewed
being a kind of surgery to repair and redo
with an instinct of love and care.
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The Aberration
My back yard with trees huge
expressing greenery all around
turned white in a deluge
a change different and unsound.
With none of us at home that day
with appointments elsewhere
the builder next door in a way
dug a bore without any care.
The peat soil flew all over
clothing the lovely trees white
with the ground drenched by a sand shower
Oh! it was a very ghastly sight.
With the white attire intact
the trees remained horrible
and with no rains in fact
they were destined to be so in all possible.
The builder went about unbothered
many calls and warnings were left answered
Town planning rules being not followed
perhaps broken by bribes in silent method.
The world thus moves on in mirth
where the law breakers find a way out
as their wrong doings go in stealth
the rightful stand to lose all throughout.
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Trees Going Bald.
Trees become bare in autumn
with leaves falling
They seem to have gone bald
a peculiar description.
The bald gives a curious expression
having shed their greenery
and looking deserted
losing all their finery
linking only to the barks
that remain all throughout.
The appropriateness of bald
renders a lively description
that which has not been used
and that which gives an accuracy..
Baldness is permanent
recovery being possible
only through modern scientific
hair transplantation
but the trees going bald
are temporary change
as the appearing takes place
in a short tenure.
Writing a few lines of verse
writing a few verses in form
writing with a form of rhymes
writing rhymes with sound effect.
is a skill rare to be found.
Leaves grow from trees.
Trees come up from the soil
Soil picks up the minerals from depth
Making it a natural sequence.
Eliminating anything artificial.
Poetry is spontaneous.
Coming out in speed at the moment
Jumping out with force from the heart.
Correlating the events to the full
Enabling a read most pleasant.
Words emerge with ease.
Clothing the thoughts with grace.
The rhythm flows gently.
Adorning the tone with tunes lively.
Making it an experience most memorable.
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