Legislature
Why shout?
When speaking suffices
Shoved by our votes
Our hopes and trust
You reached this House
This isn’t an inn of ale
To blabber and revel
Nor a plunderers’ market
To vandalize public’s nickel
This is a thicket of think tank
Where you have to meditate
Mediate and modulate
Variegated vox populi
And decide our fates
Why shout?
When speaking suffices
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Ultimate Beauty
When she swayed in sashay
Swans shied in dismay
At a beam of her splendid smile
The full moon waned in shame
When she walked in woods
Greens paled in acquiescence
Bloomers withered in whispering obeisance
Who else can she be?
But the ultimate beauty!
I dreamed and pined all my prime
One beckon from her in love is all!
Heavens are mine
All else will drain! !
Sathya…..
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There Are..............
There is a plan
To make this world perfect
It is in our heart
There are tools
To correct the fools
They are our arms
There is a bludgeon
To beat the warring nations
That is love
There is a lamp
That can drive away gloom
That is hope
There is a treasure
Enough to help every needy
That is magnanimity
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Mantra
MANTRA
I went to buy a pen
And asked the sales woman
In a lighter vein
“I’m going to pen
A poem; the best of my writings
Give me that green one
After sanctifying
With a mantra of your religion
Or that of mine”
She replied with a humble mien
“I know Sir, no mantra, no hymn
God, the Almighty will
Take care of all”
I said with a smile
“Thanks! I liked this mantra”
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My Revenge
I too like to take revenge
On those who hated me
Badly treated me
Berated me and grated
My tender feelings cruelly
I keep my weapons ready,
For accidental accost, if any
Confront them with open arms,
Glowing smile, gracious visage
And lastly with a heartfelt embrace
My revenge is complete
Enemy yielded;
with an embarassed face
And heart throttling guilt
Accepting his total defeat
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Dream
I have a dream
That a mermaid realm
From deep in ocean main
Is wooing me to swim
In an ecstatic élan
Clasping to their bosom
I have a dream
Someone is humming
From a celestial domain
To come and dine
With them in the halos
Of angelic shine
Let me yarn these whims
It’s my right to dream
My well-cherished regime
Be it far from realism
I’ll be happy to resign
From this unromantic pragmatism
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Mirror
An aboriginal brought home a mirror
Gave it as gift to his wife dear
Something she never knew earlier
She looked into it once and
Screamed in horror
And shouted at her mother
“Your son-in-law brought me a sister
Miserble will be my life hereafter”
Mother too looked into the mirror
Smiled she and consoled her daughter
“Don’t worry my dear
She can never be your competitor
She is ugly and much, much older”
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Chains
Who chained the humans Sir?
With bracelets, anklets and tassels
Made of gold, gold and all gold
Studded with precious jewels
Who chained the humans Sir?
With love, desires and lust
Bonds, bonds and all kinds of bonds
Of blood, flesh and hearts
Who chained the humans Sir?
With lands, kingdoms and scepters
Wants, wants, everlasting wants
Of greed, anger and power
Who can break the chains Sir?
You, the man, man and man!
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Our Unholy Grails
How weird is world history
Mottled with battles and tragedy
Millions died with senseless fury
Why at one tyrant’s blithely writ
Hordes run towards certain death?
Purging out blind faiths
When surged as mindless blitzes
How many lives went underneath?
Cramming from core to the mantle
The mute bearer, Mother Earth
We no longer drink sweet Adam’s ale
Filled are our grails with our ancestors’
Bitter blood and baleful tales
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Courtsey
How long shall I impress?
With this expressive silence
I am not of the age to hide
Anything, anymore
Of this biting void
Nor you are a new-born
To treat my dumb dialect
As an unintelligible jargon
My love is still alive in spite of
This agonizing stand off
Like a glowing cinder
Burning in my heart’s kiln
Douse it with unkindly grouse
Or kindle it with a billet-doux
I am simply at your mercy
Waiting keen for your haughty courtesy
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