Here we are again;
A major election year.
What's going to happen when
All the dust have cleared?
Will we shut out the past
Of those things that should last?
Or, will we overshoot and overplay
our hands to become forever dismayed?
Or, will we calmly seek a balancing touch
that's all-inclusive and defines all of us?
I sense that if we are reckless; not careful;
We shall overshoot the runway, not being prayerful.
Jaimin sir, a kind man, with smile cute,
Prepared for supporting me in lawsuit
Is ready to fight against any odd acute;
Managing school and university with astute.
In the premises everyone does salute!
Revered for his perseverance which dilute
All miseries, anxieties and commute
Joyfully with him in leisure to compute
Your mistakes and victories that overshoot.
All liked him for his ability to refute.
Grumped man speaks cool like flute
Under omnipresence, one who does hoot
Ruins his own impression and does salute;
Unacceptable people do get execute
Surely; teachers like me are with parachute
Inspired by him to remove Prafulla persecute,
Remove such drastic elements for institute.
Vallabh Savani is so kind and cute
Above all, ready to help any boot –
Low caste, low esteemed or kaput.
Love through his blood does overshoot
And sooths many Sankets who commute
Benevolence to all generations coot.
In dilemma and hassle, he is parachute;
Help for a friend; foe and faulty to execute.
Has contributed to campaign anti-pollute,
Sighted orphans and settled destitute,
Awarded teachers like me and persecute
Vast enmity against him which substitute
Allies as Hardik and myself in healthy lawsuit.
Never saw him angry or upset as he commute;
Insane behaviour is far as never did he salute
Someone, but bowed his head to transmute
Inner love and care to all old and his recruit.
Remain healthy and wealthy! This my tribute.
trashcan basketball
a hotshot in his own mind
score
for the other team
Your new bank card is on the way,
praise god for all his/her ways
if you can't beat 'em join 'em (I say)
Oh lord have mercy on me.
Relax you've got mastercard,
New fan dangles is your fate.
No worries about interest rate,
Oh lord I hope you are merciful.
Help your child to not lose,
these cards with too much loot,
and the card limit well overshoot
Yes Lord have mercy on me.
Alas, my card has been refused,
I curse the clerk who snipped,
"They want the card ripped,"
Sob, have so much mercy lord.
No card now, such a relief,
Eat beans and rice and believf.
Battle weary joints in intuitions arrayed lines,
Reconnoiter the ballistic armor dish,
Spy work encounters soft voluptuous designs,
Muzzle lifted arrogant projectile as gripe ball?
Overshoot or underplay enemy rights,
Miss fit charged by the trigger happy brigade,
Blooms and bottoms out in fine rivalry points;
Self propelled guns to leave unfired shells around?
On the home front Howitzer powder monkeys,
Rest in peace to pleasure new silent glitches,
Old stories of their valor and fighting skills,
Victims of love bombshell hits, in stun attacks.
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