A foul smell, he got
He shouted- ‘Something is rot’
His wife said- ‘It’s your son’s socks’
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Autumn, like an Indian classical dancer, dressed up
She comes aglow, aglow with a rare beautyDancing to the bracelet’s tinkling songHer floating robe falls in deep folds around her feetAs she mesmerizes all with moves full of graceViewing the flaming colours in assorted displayWe are apt to wonder if Nature carefully saved upAll that is best for the closing grand finaleAutumn tints look…
In the sea of faces I saw a face
Nothing did I see clearlyBut a pair of love lit eyesRiveted on meMy heart skipped a beatDid my face grow pale?Or got coloured by a blush?I lowered my eyesAnd looked awayBut I saw him advancingComing straight to meMy heart began to raceMy breath got hitchedMy lips went dry and parchedI didn’t hear what he askedWords…
She was sweating profuse
The April sun stood blazing overheadAnd heat waves came down in fiery mightWith brusque pricks all over!The umbrella blocked its direct raysBut nothing could fetter the piercing heatShe felt being baked in an ovenRivulets of sweat trickled downFrom the nape of her neck and her thighsClinging her clothes to her legs and feetShe walked dragging…
Wife asked her husband-‘Can love kill? ‘
‘If I abscond with my loverAnd keep under coverIt may lead to your death without blood spill’
People in power,
With an unseen enemyThey are in shadow fight.Even an innocent joke, seen as a mutinyA gentle murmur, a conspiracy!The mightiest thus turn,The most vulnerable in effect!
On the tree of life,
Though often hidden by the leaves,They are spotted by their scentAnd may yield fruits in clusters!But quick fame is like autumn leavesWhich turn auburn and brownThey wither away at the slightest windAnd cry in raspy soundWhen crushed under the feetSo hasten! Let us not deferTo gather that which will endure!