Shiver ran through his body
With a piercing pain in the brain
Working through his project
He was feeling energy drain
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Shiver ran through his body
With a piercing pain in the brain
Working through his project
He was feeling energy drain
Reading book in her hand
Mind meandering elsewhere
Plumy girl at the bus-stop
An example of agitating care
She asked time and looked above
Invoking heavens to intervene
Apt for the observer to watch
It was an interesting scene
“Number 133 takes so long
Everything today is wrong”
To herself she mumbled
Taking a step forward she jumbled
Another bus came by which the observer left.
Human habit of gambling
Indeed knows no bound
People gambled in the past
So do they this year around
Propelled by a desire strong
To get rich fast and quick
Gamblers don’t see wrong
In any object that they pick
Dice cards or seashells
Once became handy tools
Until the recent events
That enlarged gambling rules
Elections polls or playground
Everywhere gamblers are found
Bet on favourite or the fluke
Helps growth of gambling spook
Why should you?
Always make a fuss
Live in your static world
Or catch life’s vibrant bus
Life moves on
And so must you
Time will not wait
Whatever you may do
Timely spoof relevant satire
His fans always admire
He laments he looses his cause
His shameless targets on spoof applause
What good is satire if it doesn’t sting?
What good is the bell that doesn’t ring?
At the end of the cliff
There was a small ground
You speak a little loud
Your voice would rebound
Alongside the tourist
Stood a strange small man
With piercing sharp eyes
Reading obscure nature’s plan
“In next 10 minutes
Strong winds will blow
Harsh heavy rains and
Stormy water will flow”
Listening to his words
Many vendors packed their ware
Hurried actions of these men
Did cause many a scare
In the next 5 minutes
Thick clouds hid the sun
Followed by thunder lightening winds and rain
Mysterious man’s reading; these explained
Don’t grieve; don’t ever feel downcast
Your present is the result of your past
Life is a stream of continual flow
If, now it is dim; soon it will glow
What you do now; will become your past
Utilise your time with discretion
It’s a scarce commodity
Time doesn’t last!
A legal advisor, he was also a friend
Downright professional; could never ever pretend
” Look after your health
My clients are my friends, my wealth”
His last words he could ever hear
Turbulence in mind was hard to clear
The journey the professional undertook
Was a pilgrimage
What was in store
No one could gauge
The accident took place at night
There was no aid, nor any help in sight
Of professional’s demise
In hospital, he read a report
Another advocate was engaged
To attend matter in the court
Strong stout body
With a clean healthy mind
In growing pollution
Is difficult to find
Man degraded nature
Spreading corruption
Of the worst kind
A spiritually healthy human
Is difficult to find
Compulsive hypocrisy
Is turning humans blind
Unpolluted nature’s creation
Is difficult to find
When human values are sustained
Force above will turn kind
Respect for these values
Is difficult to find
That his magic, his skill
Great admiration, it would instil
Among all those who were exposed
To his art that juxtaposed
Incessant practice; a desire for perfection
Leading to daring selection
Range of his fetes knew no bounds
He announced he would fly
Eleven rounds the city tower around
The tower was high
Touching the sky
He would with large wings
Hang on the strong bar
That will not be visible from afar
The rod will be moved around in a fashion
The spectators will get the flying impression
All his team practised fast and quick
And mastered this unique trick
But on the day of the show
Their plan was hit by an unexpected blow
The metal rod suffered an irreparable bend
The maker in hurry could not mend
His team suggested to him to give up the show
Without listening to them, he picked up a row
Sid he ” My super power will let me fly
Like other big birds in the sky”
All persuasions were of no avail
He was doomed to miserably fail
And on the fateful day was his call
The king’s court and the city saw his fall