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Vanity All The More


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A girl in her teens
goes by her fashion
that of wearing everything short
glamorous she looks
with a beautiful face and blonde hair
her skin being so silky with no blemish
and her features looking sharp
she goes about with much fanfare
trying to attract all
that does not look decent
as it is typical of a stylish snob
let her be moderate in dress
with a dignified look and grace
she would win more hearts all along
than being so vanity personified.

 

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A Carton in the Court Hall.


cartonA lawyer wheeled a carton in the court hall.
Beaming with pride he posed tall.
Up and down he went with a smiling call.
His clients were moving here and there like a ball.

The carton was huge and catchy.
It was fastened rather tightly.
What was inside? was everybody’s curiosity
Did it contain treasures of precious quality?

It was gently lifted up the stairs.
It caused the gathering to a stubborn stare.
The clients carried it up with an utmost care.
Was there tonnes of gold or gems rare?

The trio pushed it to the judge’s chamber.
Heaving a sigh sat down in a slumber.
They spoke in subdued tone about the number.
Was there any high risky documents in danger?

The judge walked in with a lively style.
Adjusting his glasses read out from the file.
Put forth the salient issues without a guile.
Called the parties to deliberate on them for a while.

The lawyer opened the carton in speed.
What would come out? was everyone’s thought indeed !
Took out the account books to read.
The judge paid the least heed.

The mediation was simple and issue based.
The trio’s expectation was razed.
Knowing not how to handle they stayed embarrassed.
Their upstart behaviour was defaced.

Back again they wheeled the carton to the landing.
Bitten by ignominy they made haste through the standing.
Hurriedly they pushed it into the porch with an irked feeling.
The carton played a role amusingly debasing.

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Snaps, Breaks,Blows


There was a snap.

Tut tut it broke in a slap.

It broke into pieces from the top.

Dum dum it fell in a flop.

It looked miserable from the slot.

Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.

Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.

Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.

Could it be redeemed from loss?

Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.

Was  it a piece of glass that lay shattered?

 Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.

Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?

God forbid  buying again would be a vanity.

It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.

It was  an abstract design in feature.

It was not visible in nature.

It was highly emotional in stature.

The proximity to the theme is drawing close.

It was  the  filial relation that fell apart in blows.