..........Shells cracked.........
.......Confines crashed.......
......As life thrust.........
........With feeble might.......
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In neatly lined up pots in a row
Flaming red balsams in clusters grow
A visual treat to adoring eyes
A haunt frequented by the bees
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There was a boy who loved custard
For a change, he ate it with mustard
Though it tasted awful
And the boy felt doleful
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A patient to a doctor said so sore
"I can't bear this pain any more
Kill me…I want to die
My lips are going dry"
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The old man twitched his brow,
Blasting music, jarring his ears,
Endurance threatened, he rose from his armchair,
Dragging weary limbs, he staggered away.
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ON WORDS
Words have a circuitous route
As foetus to the womb, they cling to the heart
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The distant mountains gleam and glitter
With the sun rising in all his glory
The world awakes to songs and sounds
And takes up all its chores so cheery
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The zealous poet lay awake all night
When fancy tickled, he sat up to write
Scripted verse after verse
On topics diverse
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He got down from the train with his baggage
Walked out through a dirty soiled passage
His attention was captured
By a bold lettered Placard;
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As our eyes met, sparks of love emitted
Emotions swelled, passions surged
Like a well full to the brim
A tear drop glistened in your eyes
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