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Discrimination Poetry

Not The Colour.


The colour white has a pride

while black is a deride

this be found in the race

the whites have the prominent place

the blacks are  shown  the back seat

with that the whites  are upbeat

with a thought they are superior

walk with their  eyes on the sky

never do they bend even try

cast a scorn on other colours

includes yellow, brown  together

they condemn the black

and keep them out of track

snort at the other coloured

in a sort of a vision blurred

refuse to see the reality

with a high-handedness  in totality

that be their rule and reason always

mostly they degrade others in  every way.

I expect a tirade against me in a short while

as my friends  would not approve my style

not that of the writing as it is obviously correct

but that of my thoughts  in a direct.white privilege

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Green And Yellow


The grass is green
everyone knows
the hay is yellow
that all know
what is new ? in that
you would ask. with a shout
the fresh one being green
and the dried turning yellow
shows a real follow
that things when are new
look beautiful and gleaming
catching the eye all the more
when they be let like that
for months and years together
they transform into a substance of mellow
with a maturity all round
modest and charming as well
which is old has also a value
that being young commands a fair chance
there  goes the way of life in a circle
all great and good  on the round.
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Over To A Rose.


Over there I see a rose

which is lovely and lively

she being always a fascination

calmly releasing an amazement

enlivening those who see her.download (56)

 

The little rose pink and yellow

dangles in the breeze with a flow

majestically beckoning all to her

a ravishing beauty indeed!.

 

The flower with dainty petals

so soft and smooth in elaboration

with a skill and a thrill in designation

sings with mirth the joy of fulfillment.

 

Fear rises when I see the little rose

a little move wrong  would disturb her

a slight touch even would torment her

she being so delicate and pretty.

 

The tiny rose on the green stalk

with the pricking thorns sticking out

opens up with a glossy cheer

invigorating the heart that watches her.

 

The rose sends an excitement all the more

then and when she comes out with a new shoot

holding my soul and spirit together entranced

as I devour her beauty with my large eyes.

 

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My Lemon Trees


I planted a lemon tree

and with it another a little away.

The two grew in great spree

one beating the other  in a way

healthy and lovely they grew

from a sapling to a plant fine

tuft and green in hue

a little while after  with a shine

came out the flowers tiny

blossoming with a nice fragrancelemon tree

thence shot up the little fruit shiny

dark green and small in reference

with mounted anxiety watched the fruit

that became bigger and bigger

turning yellow  slowly in the shoot

it was a sight very magnificent  in vigour

with a yellowish green  display

enhancing  the environment  with a  colourful play.

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The colour of Jealousy


jealousychildJealousy is an illness no doubt.
It is a mental addiction in a clout.
The mildest form reveals itself in a pout.
Shrugging the shoulders is a wee ahead of a bout.
The raised eyebrows twine up into a knotty flout
expressing a displeasure in a manner stout.

Jealousy springs up for no cause whatsoever.
It is an inspiration wrong however.
The feeling of envy is widespread all over.
The trace of it is found in kids little so ever.
Thick and dense it accumulates in the mind of grown ups in an over.
Love,business and politics effectively tumble over.

Races are destroyed by this lowly quality.
Nations war with each other in a note faulty.
Bloodshed and killing are found in enormity.
Peace walks out in distress from the locality.
Kindness and affection share a miss out due to this impetuosity.
All things negative build up because of this triviality.

A slight difference brings into force this yellowish attrition.
A marginal high up forces in a jarring distraction.
Envy tells history rattled many an empire to descend into the oblivion.
It has led to dethronement in successive attacks all to a dissolution.
Could this evil thought be plucked from the mind in total resolution.
Life would undergo an enhancement and bloom into an evergreen depiction.

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Fancy Goes The Head.


It is a fancy number

adding up becomes nine.

It is a fancy colour

mixing up turns yellow in time.

it is a fancy show

displaying a variety in the stage.

It is a fancy thought

catching up everyone’s imagination.

It is a fancy thing

exposing a delightful attraction.

It is the fnciest fancy

that keeps one’s fancy in a prime.

 

 

 

 

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Drought


Drought prevails all over.

Rivers are brown in a stop over.

Grass has turned yellow in a make over.

Cattle  look pale white in a drop over.

Men  appear faintly dark in a hang over.

drought extinguishes all spirit in a fall over.

 

 

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Sprucing Up


The garden was stocked with fallen leaves,

Gathering them up was a task in a fleece,

There was an uninterrupted fall from trees,

Leaves came down slowly after a gentle breeze.

 

Green and yellow leaves  lay scattered without a cease,

Twigs small and big landed down in the crease,

They made the garden look like a messy freeze,

Inadvertently it seemed an entertainment set to please.

 

Cleaning up was a target beyond reach,

Finding a team was a difficult breach,

The work had to be done with a screech,

As there was no time to impeach.

 

Like the dry leaves thoughts crowd

The mind quivers in a desperate shroud,

Sprucing it up seems to be a task loud,

Resuming equanimity is like a falling cloud. 

 

The imbalance strikes hard mercilessly,

Reviewing it generates apprehension enormously,

 Yet gardens could be swept and cleaned spotlessly,

 But the mind  withholds the trials though not erroneously. 

 

 

 

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Diamonds thoughts

Pink,White and Yellow Diamonds


Lovely colours  aren’t they?

They make us gay ,

All through the day,

I have lot more to say.

 

Pink is  the lovely rose,

Pink are the chubby cheeks,

Pink  are the cotton candies,

Oh!There are pink diamonds too.

 

White diamonds dazzle,

Yellow ones sparkle,

Pink extends a twinkle,

All from the carbon carbuncle.

 

Pink diamond is a gorgeous  treat,

Found in the mines of Argyle,

A gem rare  with a charm upbeat,

Oh!It is  fabulously expensive .

 

Yellow and White diamonds are a costly call,

Eluding the grasp of all,

Pink  ones remains a coveted  tall,

Appropriate to  the monarchy’s haul.

 

Delight of seeing induces a pleasure,

Desire to hold incites a longing,

Indeed it is a valid value,

No matter how small you might be.

 

Possession of those might  make you beam,

Owning those is a precious dream,

Mostly those might pass on to the cream,

Few of those could make your ring finger gleam.

 

Pink diamonds turn you pink,

Prices rule out an angry pink,

Lustre  spells out a blushing pink,

An owning  foretells a futuristic  pink.

 

Well,the story of diamonds is interesting,

Black cinders  after million of years  inputting,

Validate as precious gems scintillating,

Oh! it is a tale of lowly forcing a pop out  struggling.