Xerophytes
Life Rough and harsh, Sometimes treats, Not just plants Humans too, With disdain, Distraught , they move on , Still they learn to live, In xerophytic conditions Devoid of things essential, Lacking love and care, Facing dismal shocks, In penury, Under cruelty, But bloom to glory Beautiful and fragrant Like flowers In the desert land.
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Sarita Khullar
Quirky Q
Queenly Q is waited upon by U Who follows its adventures Like Sanchez did Don Quixote’s. The quiddity of a Q Is that it must be followed by a U, To make a sound word Simply follow this rule. Have no qualms. Though quirky at first It might seem. Don’t quail, ’tis merely algebraic precision. It ain’t no quagmire, calmly […]
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Mumtaz N K
When I Sit Down
When I sit down thanks write the mind drifts away, I cajole it to focus on the theme, but it audaciously refuses, The pending chores or those of the next day, suddenly gain limelight, And, then I get vexed, admonishing my elfish mind for troubling me, But, no, it doesn’t care, it doesn’t love me […]
Amrita Mallik