A BACKYARD

The hedge slowly grew free

under the shade of the tree.

Undergrowth in woodland bare,

which seems to need utmost care.

Many termites lived in the fence -

None knew from when or whence.

The red ants lived in holes deep

from where the sun sometimes peep.

The spider made its own lair,

from boughs hanging bare.

Loved it's life in shade of trees

with occasional sunshine and breeze.

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TALE OF TIME

The fresh garlands of today,

that fully adorns the deity.

When dry, will have no say -

Be thrown away with no pity.

Bud at night will be in bloom -

Be with chants in a holy way.

The next day swept with broom

and further on they cannot stay.

Deity like time remains the same,

while men like flowers come and go.

Flowers their aroma, men their fame;

Those are carved in time, we know.

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A LEADER

Commoners should hear the speech -

A leader in everybody's reach.

Unveiling a politician's disguise -

Thus building deep-rooted ties.

Words uttered in a truthful tone

helps a leader to stand - even alone.

It must be by all leaders learned -

With time respect is to be earned.

When one day everything ends -

What remains are faithful friends.

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A CHILD

The baby from its cradle peeps -

In it's mother's lap it sleeps.

The warmth of a mother's arms,

surpasses all heavenly charms.

It vanishes - 'all the gloom',

as the baby's smile bloom.

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OAK AND EAGLE

An eagle's nest atop a tree -

The howling winds blew so free.

Along a valley this big Oak;

The meandering river to it spoke.

Water gurgling over pebbles there -

The eagle would minutely stare.

Skies changed from blue to grey -

The eagle never missed its prey.

In nature, this is of no surprise -

To survive, how hard the eagle tries.

The eagle was sheltered by the Oak -

In silence, a trust that never broke.

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RENDEZVOUS

Let's take a walk down memory lane,

those golden moments together again.

Once a child, now a grown man,

recollecting the past seasons' span.

A man and his sweet childhood,

together on weekend day to brood.

Remembering days with parents spent -

How fleeting time so untimely went.

I want to live again my boyhood days -

Escape this rat-race in whatever ways.

Father, mother 'n' my dear sweet home -

Even though a dream, I happily roam!

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PATIENCE

Bud blooms in due time

Impatient men want it quick

Just catastrophe

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EMPTY THE PITCHER

Empty your pitcher, let it flow -

Spill the last drop however slow.

Vacant mind is able to view

with time those very ideas new.

Times change; ideas come and go -

Thus a curious mind must know.

Stale water lets the moss settle -

Keeping in dark a man's true mettle.

Never get stuck at pitcher's neck -

There are shackles you need to break.

Never let the past hold you back

else you would be one of rotten pack.

Let the sun on the water glimmer,

as ideas the same in brain shimmer.

Pitcher in sun; the pores are dry -

Even in bad shape keep up your try.

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IRONY

It is hot inside

Cold rain falls above the earth

Turmoils exist here

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INCOMPLETE

Lines to paras done

Page after page already done

Novel incomplete

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OLD AGE

The temple bells sounded in eve

and an old couple got ready to leave.

The gateman was standing there,

as it was the couple's daily fare.

Hand in hand they crossed the road -

Seeing both ways, carefully strode.

Greeted by aroma of the incense

as they crossed the temple fence.

They sat; heavenly conch sounded -

How people to faith are bounded!

They looked around, not the figurine -

Imagined how life could have been!

They felt lonely, alone in the crowd -

Those dripping tears cried out loud.

The wrinkled palms hoped for a hand

of the son who lives on foreign land!

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SACRED BIRTH

They told the widowed mother,

(though it maybe untruth rather.)

"That her son travelled west -

It was all the villagers guessed.

Heart in despair, eyes in tears filled -

Her belief did not on rumour build.

Far as sobbing eyes could gaze -

She counted her passing lonely days.

Seasons passed, she became old -

One day her son came to her fold.

Many winters came by and went -

Her lonely days were in prayers spent.

The ascetic son now live on alms,

given to him by some holy palms.

Sacred thy womb, Godly those mothers,

whose saintly son do care for others.

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EMBER'S PROMISE

There are protests high and low,

for promises that politicians owe.

The leaders are the same all over,

building bridges on unseen river!

They squeeze out every penny

until the poor do not have any.

Being pushed, back to the wall -

They would fight before they fall.

An empty gut and a sad heart -

This is how all rebellions start.

In two classes, society is torn -

This is how protests are born.

Not enough that a torch is lit -

Every man must do his bit.

Flame must be there, always burn -

A holy sacrifice, in each one's turn.

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SNAIL'S WORLD

Its whole world is in a coil

and has a home of its own.

It trudges in unending toil

and thus how it is known.

It bathes in crystal dew

that falls from blade of grass.

In time refreshes itself anew

and it's shell shiny as brass.

Sometimes, ants walk upto him -

Tells stories of the outside world.

He crawls out of shell's rim

and then lays back softly curled.

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BORDER

There ran a long barbed fence

stretching through a forest dense.

There were guards on either side -

Dawn or dusk, always to duty abide.

A squirrel lived in a tree trunk hole

who to the other side took a stroll.

Thumping boot marched both ways -

He remained aloof from vigilant gaze.

He met his friends on the other side

who did to him a secret confide.

His friend whispered into his ear -

"Listen to me without any fear.

The cause of the humans' downfall

is, they don't trust each other at all.

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WRITE

Thoughts come and thoughts go

Line after line I rewrite

Then comes on paper

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TOIL

Scene inside beehive

Wings flutter and buzz all time

Toil, hum and sweetness

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HUMBLE START

One earthen lamp lit

No heat, just spreading the light

Big deeds start so small

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VISION

A world in a dew

Every dewdrop has a life

A life of struggle

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LIFE

Petals that came first

Always fall down earlier

Strengthening future

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AGE

Time changed into years

More experience was gained

Age more than seasons.

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OBSERVATION

"Expectations leave the heart,
long before soul leaves the body"

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NATURE' S CANVAS

The canvas is dark with white dots -

below awakens the forget-me-nots.

Indigo to crimson changes the shade

as golden hue falls on the green glade.

The sky morphs from orange to blue

being an invitation of the morning hue.

Time thus rolls and the earth spins

since the globe on its axis leans.

The glimmer changed to a glow

as yellow light like river flow.

As heat falls and the time flies,

dusk gives way to the starry skies.

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AUTUMN

Chilling flow of all winters

helps to lit up the splinters.

Before that, the autumn blew;

The dead and red leaves flew.

Let me walk here with no friend;

A path of yellow leaves; No end...

Listen to the dead leaves chatter -

Full of life! Whisper and pratter!

There is life I see, all way along -

Humming and chanting life's song.

I want to go into the deep unknown

where the seeds of nature is sown.

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KEEP UP HOPE

The clouds over the plains loom,

yellow daisies sway in the breeze.

Silver lining behind every gloom,

helps us to go on and live at ease.

Thunder like an uncertainty hits -

Still stands there, tall betel trees.

Mind must come out of dark pits -

Live life to its full as one please.

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LIFE'S WEB

We cannot run through shadows

even though the path remains.

Not all grass gives green meadows

though the earth has raindrop stains.

Not all trees in storms do bend 

and not all men in troubles do drown.

Some seedlings do thunder fend 

while some men deserve a crown.

We are entangled in a web

made by the heart and the mind.

Each to us, their own ideas gave;

Blinded by light, truth is hard to find.

We have created our own hell

while flowers blossom near our feet.

One's own mistakes, hard to tell -

When we and our conscience meet!

Let some clouds cover the moon -

You may fail; keep up your tries.

Good times will come very soon,

so in darkness follow the fireflies.

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HOPE AND STRUGGLE

When clouds before sun bows

he readies fodder for the cows.

His loyal pet at the gate greets

knowing that he brought treats.

His wife tends to bleat 'n' cluck -

Their toil erased their ill-luck.

Hand-in-hand they together toil -

Hoeing and ploughing the soil.

Not much they have, but glad

as they see future in their lad.

They go hungry in single meal

so that the son can have his fill.

Silent sacrifices are not rare

for people who dream to dare.

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A FISHERMAN

With the hue of the sun,

his duty on the boat begun.

Casting nets wide apart -

From youth, a practised art.

On a bamboo raft at ease,

throwing nets as he please.

The pond is his whole world -

Curled nets artfully hurled.

His life confined to the pond -

Sweats, toils for familial bond.

From big to any fishes small -

For a living he catches them all.

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LIFE

Sweet summer shower

Labourers working in heat

Thoughts and real life

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SAILOR'S RETURN

Started from home, westward bound -

Sailing far away all year round.

Leaving his loved ones in remorse -

His mind now on a charted course.

Blazing thunder behind clouds peep

as the ship moved into waters deep.

Troubled mind; foamy, raging  waters -

His family to him is all that matters.

Food of hard bread and salted meat -

Missing his family, heart skips a beat.

He would go to unknown regions afar -

Anxious about how his old parents are.

He hopes to earn riches and gold 

and finally return to his family's fold.

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PAST AND NOW

In an old house

lived a furry mouse.

A vacant room lie

on the loft above high.

The walls are thick

laden with red brick.

Made its own pillow

in termite torn willow.

The white main door

which was used before.

It was orderly kept

where a mouse now slept.

Once bright sunlit room

now filled with gloom.

In past, joyous tone

none remains, all alone.

None here to shed tears,

for resident of past years.

Isn't it strange?

How time swiftly change!

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LAW OF NATURE

She waited behind the grasses tall,

an unlucky deer was destined to fall.

Eyes wide alert, mind engaged -

Muscles purely in rhythm, undazed!

Scent of prey came with windy puff

while back in hiding the cubs chuff.

The fleet foots were grazing, unaware 

while a mother fixed her killing glare!

It felt like calm before a storm -

For survival, it's the jungle's norm.

Then in open, she swiftly darted out -

Blood gushed like fountain spout!

A mother succeeded, another one failed -

Few suckled milk, while another wailed.

Nature thus chooses whom to kill -

So others can have their stomach fill!

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THE PAINTER'S DOMAIN

A white canvas, made more whiter

to let everything shine much brighter.

When colours on the canvas dab,
with imagination that painters have.

Let some waves crash on the shore, 

a setting sun; beauty in peak galore!

Let there be, some grey puffy clouds

flying across like magic velvety shrouds.

I want to see a landscape of rainbow -

You can do this, I very well know.

Etch yellow tulips bending in the breeze -

I like the wind to sway them in ease.

If you have on canvas, 'the spring' -

Details to the top you must bring.

If you stain the shades of autumn -

'The colors of fall' are at the bottom.

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APART

The doormat on outside lies

while the carpet is cozy inside.

In between a high wall rise

while each to their work abide.

In our society we see the same -

The highs and lows are wide apart.

The deserving live in dark shame -

One with golden spoon throws dart.

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SUN AT NIGHT

The sun is up in the sky -
It will be down at horizon's meet.

From darkness the moon goes high -

It will thus, to the golden ball greet.

Unseen remains the moon in day

but in night is in silvery bloom.

It's beauty - no words can weigh

when behind grey clouds it's in gloom.

The moon, of the sun's greatness speak -

The sun showers a speck of its light.

The moon's joy is now at its peak

and showers gold with all its might.

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FAITH

Some to Almighty pray
in devotion, folded palm.
So that faith do not stray -
Trying to attain inner calm.

Be it temple, mosque or church,
faith should bind us all.
Truth we seek, truth we search -
Before we leave on final call.

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HAIKU

Haiku does not rhyme

Here, it tells a big story

Full concentration

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