He drank a glassful brandy,
All over again randy,
Then tried a little Quanta
And soon began to banter
"I'm a Poaching Trespasser,
In a Property, Racer,
Moving at a clean canter,
No halting by your Mantra...
Often watching Lawful Pace,
A keen eye on Owner's Face
To hellfire not let loose,
Owner to reject a truce,
My poaching finger first list
For those to receive hard first!
A full glass of Quanta
By a self - acclaimed Santa
Dwelling on the new exploit
Of the Decidedly Spoilt.
Along Able Aberration
Beauty Binds Blindly
Come Cursed Courses
Duty Don't Deceive
Either Emblem Envies
Followup Faulty Fetish
Gaining Ground Gradually
Having Hangout Heart
In Ideal Illusions
Jail Jogging Justice
Keenly Keep Knight
Long Lasting Love
More Morrow Mysteries
Notable New Nights
Or Ordinary Origin
Polished Paradise Platform
Queen's Quest Quotation
Renting Reality Rest
Sight's Soothing Safety
Till Time Tells
Us Unbelievable Us
Vacating Vices Vessels
We Wetted Waters
Xanax Xerox Xenon
Young Years Yielded
Zig Zag Zone
If empathy was a decision and you could turn it off,
you be a ruthless sod instead of being soft,
you won’t decide or choose but something will wear off,
when suddenly a side of you does rise and takes the shot
In time people who exploit your empathy will learn
that when you figure them out you will act without concern
playing them at games they play but playing them pure evil
You’re still the empathetic one but now you’re also lethal
You will do them harm
the sort you try to fix
Consider it an added charm
you’re wise now to their tricks
Manipulate empathy
Evil will be born
Angels acting gently
Or maybe Satan spawn
The power to decide
Genuine or lies
Empathy can choose
To be nasty or nice
Manipulative people
never have a choice
they are very simple
and easily destroyed
The weather is chill and pleasant
Diwali fervor is round the corner
Yet my soul is not in synch
My mind doesn’t budge to tyranny
Will there be a cracker of a time
When firecrackers are banished
No: age cannot wither her;
Nor custom stale; in her infinite glory
Goddess Lakshmi is supreme!
Despots on prowl for exploits
State in cahoots with alien drill
It isn’t the strength of enemy
It is about Hindu gone astray
Having an unholy union
Diwali is victory of good over evil
It is about destroying the wicked
It is against villains spewing venom
It dispels gloom and darkness!
The smoke from burning embers
In the stomach of a billion Hindu
Will soon balloon to a wrath
The impact of which will witness
“Narakasura” perishing soon
Satyabhama’s ire will cause fire.
Charred bodies will lay strewn
Casting ultimate indignity fo
vexatious brigands.
Diwali is the Festival of Lights
It is knowledge to counter ignorance
Diwali is a festival of hope and happiness
It rings in prosperity to all
A very colorful event that
Usher cheer in people’s life!
The lands are full of treasures
The pottery materials
The costruction materials
The plants
The rivers
The mountains
The minerals
But once they are under man's feet
Man lost the respect for them
They explore
They conquer
They exploit
Until they become "deserts"
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