Boys are dressed in blue.
It makes a boisterous accrue.
His room is painted blue
It throws a pleasant hue.
His bedspreads are also in blue.
It tends to intensify the preview.
The concept of ascribing blue.
Came into force from whence I know not for true.
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A pressure exists day in and day out.
Reflecting a seizure all the way out
Resembling a torture all about.
Indicting a strain on the whole.
Negotiating with pressure is exasperating.
Working under pressure is devastating.
Coping with it is a masterly scheduling.
Winning over is a prudent dealing.
Pressure keeps mounting all through.
Dashing the hopes of victory in a ruse.
Driving to a madness in a strain true.
Subscribing to a trial right over.
Never entertain pressure is the common cry.
Learn to live in ease is a voted try.
Accept the eventuality with a gentle sigh.
Well this design is a significant buy.
It is going to rain cats and dogs.
As the sky is downcast in clogs.
As the clouds are dark with fog.
Are they signs of rain? is the log.
They are says the common jog.
But they are far from true say some with agog.
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The Loving Grand Pa
Early in the morning there was a sound.
It was not the cock a doodle do.
It was not the clock’s ding-dong.
It was not the baby’s shrill cry.
It was not the bird’s sweet call.
It was not the mother’s shout.
It was not the father’s retort.
It was not the boy’s grumbling.
It was not the paper boy’s cycle bell.
It was not the milkman’s loud alarm.
It was not the whistling tea-pot.
It was not the hissing shower.
It was, it was, a snore.
Emanating from grand pa.
My heart sank to the deepest blue,
The day’s events pulled me down true,
A shot of quick anger rose in a flew,
A drop of tear rolled down in a groove,
The heart stopped in a slew,
I buried my head in a dejection all through.
A few minutes later I got up with vigour,
Brushed aside the tear in a rigour,
Sidelined the events to a meagre,
Abated the fuming resulting out of trigger,
Rose up with a stature even bigger,
Resolved to emerge victorious with a glitter.
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Antony Once Again.
Retrospecting the events that had passed,
Remembering the pleasing anecdotes rejoiced,
Recollecting the bitter incidents experienced,
The embitterment overwhelms the pleasant,
Contemplating thus , Antony comes to the mind once again.
The lanky dark Antony has instilled wrong confidence
The erring advocacy of Antony has instigated mistaken reference,
The callous design of Antony has involved an evil indulgence,
Antony’s greed for money has challenged the rightful perseverance,
Enumerating thus . Antony comes to the scene once again.
There goes a saying that a poet’s words come true,
If that be so Antony has to take the cue,
Antony , for you redemption is the only clue,
So Antony get absolved of your sins in days few,
Enraged thus a warning is sent to Antony to reprove.
Knowing Antony fully well from head to toe
Having interacted with Antony many a time in a row,
See no way that Antony, a true christian, would complacently bow,
Ethics and etiquettes are not in Antony’s thought’s flow,
Concluding thus ,as foretold, Antony will soon receive the deadly blow.
(Antony is a fictitious character refers to none living or dead)
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Child Like
Witness to children’s quarrel,
Saw them roll like a barrel,
Heard them shout and cry,
For no reason why?
Pulling each others ‘hair,
Screwing one another’s’ ear
Bashing,slapping and hitting ,
It is nothing but violence.
A few hours later,
Saw them in a close quarter,
Playing merrily in the garden,
Jumping across the fence laden,
With closed bars of iron,
Hugging each other with love,
Holding hands as friends,
Smiling ,joking and cheering,
It is nothing but affection.
I was a witness to that,
I am a witness to this,
I know not what it is all about?
I assume it is child like.
Yes, Children teach us,
To be simple and true.
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