THE CLOWN'S INVITE

A clown was invited to a palace

and it has been over a decade now.

It smartly hid from view it's vicious face -

promised betterment, as it took a vow.

Mischievous was the smile, actions coy -

from voting hands, axe fell on their feet.

It was too late to know the dark ploy -

the unmasked clown did glaringly greet.

The bright palace pillars lost its sheen -

The chandelier of education made its fall.

Wise and ignorant divided by a line thin -

while some petty, tiny beings stood over all.

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WHEN YOU INVITE A CLOWN TO A PALACE,

IT DOES NOT BECOME A KING. INSTEAD, THE

PALACE BECOMES A CIRCUS.

#polls #breachoffaith #loopholesofdemocracy

#silenceofthewise #dictumoftheignorant

PARTITION AND COLLAPSE

The horses remained in the forest

while the cranes in time flew away.

The bees hummed to life with no rest

but they in their hive decided to stay.

The horses toiled in their grasslands

while alongside cranes made their home.

The horses' sweat watered the sands

while in time the cranes invited the strome.

The bees roamed till the region's borders

while the cranes dwindled their treasures.

The loyal bees followed their orders;

the cranes steeply fell beyond measures.

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YOUTHFUL WIND

Oh youthful wind do pause a while -

let us sit, do talk and share a smile.

I hear the rustling; Are you muttering?

What is it that you keep on uttering?

I knew you have travelled distant lands -

witnessing history mingling in the sands.

You have breathed life everywhere -

in blooms, in perishes in our sphere.

Your aura was felt dangling from a tree -

like a rustic, the fierceness of being free.

Now on earth I lie with my old friends -

my time is over, but yours never ends.

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ANTHILL

On the banks of the pond nearby

the red ants make their home.

It tumbles but they relentlessly try,

turning it into a big pointed dome.

No words: Each to their duty bound

while the Sun sails across the sky.

They finally make the earthy mound

while silent millions kept up the try.

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MEMORIES PUT TO REST

We stand on the grave of memories

while the earth is still dark and wet.

How tears depart and the soul frees

while we believe in time and fate.

Easily forgotten when put to rest

while in life surrounded by crowd.

Severing ties! They failed in time's test -

when we're with them, we felt proud.

New bright blooms will come again,

the grave would never be the same.

Roots of the new builds on past then

as mingled to dust the earthly fame.

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ON ROAD

Oh traveller! O' weary nomad
Where are you off to bound?

You have no load or you had -

that you go on round-n-round?

Oh wanderer! O' jubilant heart

what is that you seem to seek?

You cut off ties on your part -

that you are at peace and meek?

Oh wayfarer! O' free mind

what is it that you want to feel?

Sackful of emotions to you bind -

that you sit alone atop the hill?

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