Read more and more,
View it not as a bore
Then, you can score
Ideas to finely soar
If you read the gist,
That act is the best,
You can skip the rest
And avoid the worst
After seeing the title
To buy, never settle,
Book may even rattle
Like a monstrous battle
By seeing the cover,
A book if you prefer,
You may then suffer,
Never blindly infer
If you see the fame
Or the noted name
In the writing game,
You will self-blame
Never buy a book
By seeing its look,
A very bad outlook
The book may cook
The number of pages
Won't give advantages,
Book may cause damages
If the author mismanages
Any book you must take
To know it is whose make
Dear, for Heaven's sake,
Fall not for any fake
If you give a quick read
Of few lines with speed,
You will then get a lead
For the purchasing deed
Book is the best investment
As its stay will be permanent
You can give it as a present
It won't return, if it is lent
A good book is a true chum
As its content will be a gem
That book is for brain a gym
And for the heart a hymn!
Categories:
mismanages, books, emotions, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
Nature in it’s utmost,
has no wont of haste.
Time has little meaning,
and there is no waste.
One year or a million,
matters not at all,
everything that lives,
eventually will fall.
Ashes turn to ashes,
and dust goes back to dust.
All Flora and Fauna,
are building up the crust.
So death is there abetting,
something else to live.
Everything that breathes,
some day will die to give.
Yet in the few short years,
man on earth has faced.
Through the eyes of greed,
mismanages his waste.
He thinks he’s here forever,
even though the rivers die,
the soil is full of poison,
pollution fills the sky.
The earth will be a sewer,
and won’t support the curse,
that stole the pristine beauty,
that it was meant to nurse.
So nature in its wisdom,
will balance without haste,
and in five million years,
will manage its own waste.
Categories:
mismanages, environment,
Form: Rhyme