Buzz…

My first poem in ballad genre. Please rectify my mistakes. The phone is chiming tring tring, All visions are geared up to who is calling. Who can it be? assumptions commenced, A needy relative or a lost friend. The phone is chiming tring, tring, tring, Please pick up the phone, daddy yells. Mom’s involved in the kitchen, it’s not her

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Memories

My verse is all about love a small introduction.   Cherish all the moments in love, Some brutal ones too must amble the core. Let us face that the feeling prevails tough, True stories drift from the flick illusion, it’s surely rough. There are caresses and hugs too, no doubt, This interval is minute hidden in the agony cloud. Then

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Fools gold

Pull at your heart, but don’t let it break  Sacrifices maybe,but don’t let ir break Open the door to love, but don’t let it break. Welcome the joys of life, but don’t let it break.  Fooled by fools gold? So let it break.

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Differently able organisation

Only when managers consider layoffs as a shame rather than as a natural process will worthless poets like me take them seriously. Until then, I will overlook their brilliant careers, golden degrees that are designed to cause havoc, by fostering backstabbing, unfair competition, nepotism, groups within teams of the organisations. They have made themselves so indispensable, with their power point

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