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Pen

Pointed mighty sword,
Writer of shapeless thoughts,
On paper,
But imprints the soul,
Dot, blot, calligraphy drawn,
A romantic epistle flows,
Or a war memoir in bold,
A signature, so rare, it carves,
Harbinger of goodness or evil,
With words that fall,
Prize, possession or legacy,
Guardian of many untold heresies.


Day 16 - Letter P submission for April A to Z Challenge 2013

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Old man on the street

One busy road crowded all day,
Rags fallen, riches riding quicker,
A leper hand finds it's way,
While two others bicker.

Sultry surrounding cruelly rules,

Roasting a skeleton self,
Fate acting on him like a ghoul,
Caring father of past, disowned by his own whelp.

Why has he stretched his hands?

Asking money or little care ?
Looks at me with a broken smile and,
Buried eyes filled with despair.

As the colour goes all green,

Air slaps me in its flight,
That old man's sight tearing me within,
As I head home, he befriends the streetlight.

TRIVIA

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{ The old beggar on the street left alone by his own children. }

Day 15 - Letter O submission for April A to Z Challenge 2013

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Never shall I part

Nonchalantly near you,
So close, never too far,
Resonating the crests and troughs,
Of your heartbeat,
I fathom you, your presence so dear.

When happiness goes stingy,

Life itself our foe,
The thought of leaving,
Not now, not then,
Never when time’s grim.

With broken oars, 

In a drowning boat,
I shall stand by you,
If only death has me,
Else, never shall I part from you.

TRIVIA

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{ Standing by the person you love the most in thick and thin. }

Day 14 - Letter N submission for April A to Z Challenge 2013

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Marriage or Mirage

Money, material, need of mind,
Avarice licks the soul,
A sale at no discounted price,
Meek bride standing at the wedding stall.
Parental care, an investment for future,
Advocates the groom’s mother,
Bending down at his waist,
Dignity of that girl’s father,
A nuptial knot to be tied,
Between greed and plead,
Sealed with religious hymns,
For boarding the voyage,
Is it Marriage or a Mirage?

TRIVIA
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{ The pious institution of marriage has been cursed in many parts of the world with dowry. The very base of such marriages eventually makes a mirage for the girl's side.}

Day 13 - Letter M submission for April A to Z Challenge 2013

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