Desert tunes….

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Being hurt, in the ruthless desert,
With stupendous effort,
In the sand dunes,
Turned agonies to tunes,
They soothed the pain for ages together, with their concert….

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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.

 

 

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!!

 

 

Limerick… never ending,everlasting and immortal

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I have been posting for Rashmi’s Limerick Poetry Challenge for the past four weeks,but never new what a Limerick was. Now that I have learnt what a Limerick is, this is my first try for this week’s prompt: Immortal

Week after week, when a prompt is given,
words from our minds and lives come driven,
To this very portal,
and just become immortal,
I wish this series is never-ending, everlasting n infinitely written;

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Now that I have learnt what Limericks are.. let me tell you how they are written:

Welcome to be magical world of limericks,
They are five lines of word bricks,
One,two n five end in a rhyme,
Three n four are crisp n chime,
Fifth is the icing on top,that collects all the emotional sticks.

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With Rashmi’s inspiration,
I just added a new section,
In my blog,
A permanent log,
Called the Limericks,my new found destination.

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