Our Republic day parade…

On the foggy Rajpath lane,

as there are floral showers from the plane,

with pomp and gaite,

we all celebrate,

our republic day, hearts filled with mist of pride, though the weather is insane.

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The dense fog doesn’t deter our intention,

just becomes a part of the emotion,

when the army brigades,

and the colorful charades,

come singing and dancing, all along the rajpath lane, a real honour to our nation.

 

 

Like a pearl on a string…

My favourite line is from Mrs.Sarojini Naidu’s Palanquin Bearers : we bear her along, like a pearl on a string…

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Draped in richest silks,
Head bent in shy,
Tears rolling down her cheeks,
We took her up to fly,
Swiftly n softly we bear her along,

gaily, o gaily, we glide and we sing,
We bear along, like a pearl on a string.

She sways like a feather, in the crown of a prince,
She smells like the weather, so pure n rinse,
Swiftly n softly we bear her along,

gaily, o gaily, we glide and we sing,
We bear along, like a pearl on a string.

She blooms like a bud, in the drizzle of our song,
She looms like the mud, under the potter’s tong,
Swiftly n softly we bear her along,

gaily, o gaily, we glide and we sing,

We bear along, like a pearl on a string.

She beams like a ray,to brighten up the sky,
She seams like the say,that cast a spell on thy,
Swiftly n softly we bear her along,

gaily, o gaily, we glide and we sing,
We bear along, like a pearl on a string.

She is the sweetest of smiles, we’ve ever seen,
She is the richest of jewels, one has ever worn,
She is the lightest of weights, we’ve ever born,
She is the best of words, one could ever mean,
Swiftly n softly we bear her along,

gaily, O gaily, we glide and we sing,
We bear along, like a pearl on a string.

Lemonade bun,drizzled with honey

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Under the scorching summer sun,
I baked a lemonade bun,
As written on slate,
Decorated the plate,
Drizzled it wid honey and just waited for my turn….

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On a foggy morning, on my kitchen counter they lay,

fresh lemons n oranges, in a tray,

sipping mountain dew,

I learnt some lessons new,

baked a lemonade bun, drizzled it with honey: “WOW! this really made my day”

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“MIST” being the prompt I take,

here is the lemonade bun I bake,

sipping mountain dew,

ideas new started to brew,

drizzled the bun with honey, fogged it up in orange mist and finally made it look a cake!!

 

 

A magicial way…

As I lit a lamp and sat down to pray,
In the utter silence, I heard it say,
Its lust and lure,
That makes your hearts impure..
“I’m hope-the true magical way,to drive that darkness away”

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One more Limerick for the word prompt “magic” is here :

When both the flames merged,
A smoky heart emerged,
UNDER ITS MAGIC,
Beyond all the logic,
We started the journey together,by getting engaged

Meghamaa..

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Naa mallelu,rojaalu,kaluvalu mariyu…chemantula gandaaniki murisi,
maavi toranaalu todigina,
Aa kovelaloni perumaallu,
Cheppi pampenaa neeku,
Varaala jallu kuripinchmani,
MEGHAMAI niginallinaavu,
Chinukai karigi naa daaaham teerchipovamma,
Nee challani jallulato maa ullamulu muripinchipovamma…
Meghamaa..Ika neevu,varshinchavamma..
Challanga mammu deevinchavamma…

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