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Tribals Taught.


With a great thought
and with ideas well taught
started on a project
focusing on a lively target.

The target being a tribe
who lived in a hide
away from the world
knowing nothing about word.

Tried to teach them words
making them identify the birds
which they shoot often
perhaps striking them in ten.

Made them write the name of the weapons
which they deftly used in defence.
They did write with great interest
This being the way to kindle them from rest.

Then took the theme of food in a step
They ate them raw without any prep.
Showed them how to cook in simple terms
Gave them an introductory lesson in tone firm.

Had interactions great and small with them
Getting them accustomed to learning without a tremble
Gradually they learnt to read and write
that being an accomplishment tribalsvery bright,

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An Alarm False or Real.


An unknown reptile  creeps into the backyard,

It is red ,blue and yellow with bold marks,

It slithers on like a flaming rod,

Glittering unholy in the dark.

 

It has slipped into the yard  isolating from its tribe,

Signalling to a teeming populous in the garden,

 Gleefully slitting the roots of the flowering plants in a jibe,

Joyfully sucking the juicy liquid like a rodent.

 

They are  none other than a sort of gardener’s pest,

Thriving in fives and hundreds after the rainy seasons,

Languishing slowly  in the torrid sun’s zest,

Straying  into the yards in quest of hibernation.

 

Jauntily proposing a colourful exterior,

They vehemently destroy the blossoming foliage,

 Greedily wreck the delightful  interior,

 Perfidiously gobble the green leafage.

 

To get rid of them is  elaborately laborious,

It is painful to see the devastation,

Still more horrible to kill the notorious,

More so to infringe the earth with pesticide horrendous.

 

How to save my garden,I know not?

My heart throbs and my eyes well,

Seeking seriously for a way out,

The  very thought rummage my mind to a shell.