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Grandma

Ding ,ding and ding                                                                   The bell rang continuously.                                                     
 The cotton candy man made the sound.                           Which made me to lure habitually                               
                                                                                             Grandma Grandma                                                                   
She was the treasurer of the home permanently                     I asked her to give a quarter anna.                                            To buy a cotton candy purposefully                                      
                                                                                                       She refused adamantly.                                                                 I went into her room silently                                                   
And searched her shrink bag                                               Stole a quarter anna coin quietly.                                          
                                                                                                 Bought a cotton candy joyfully.                                           Tasted it in the backyard gladly                                               Returned to home like a thief                                         Grandma stood near the door angrily.                                      
                                                                                                      She looked me penetratingly                                                  
 Her eagle eyes frightened me seriously                                  A red particle sticked on my lip                                                    I was caught red handed notoriously                                    
                                                                                                      She came near to me.                                                                   And beat on my back mercilessly.                                                 I never forgot the incident                                                Learned a lesson from her personally.

Copyright © Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani | Year Posted 2023



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The Clever Farmer

Once upon a time ,a farmer lived in a remote village                                                       
 He had two sons and they were worked with his father.                                 His wife wanted to see the two son's marriage.                                               She was affected by a dangerous disease of killer.                   
The marriages were arranged for their sons immediately.                           Their mother died after the son's marriage suddenly.                                      The Farmer was old and he gave the fields to his sons evenly.                                                                                              His daughters in law served him very reluctantly                  
He told the abuse of his daughters-in-law to his sons.                                   But his sons heard only the words of their new wives                                   The farmer wanted to teach a lesson for them once.                                      
 He thought that the ill use was not be continued to his sons lives                                                                                                   
 He went to the field and collected the castor seeds           
 And put them in a tin and covered it by clothes.                                         When his daughters in law passed his bed seats                 
 He jolted the tin and it made the sound of coins.                                          The daughters in law thought that the father in-law had more currency.                                                                                         They competed each other and looked after him good.

Copyright © Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani | Year Posted 2023

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Cat

One stormy night I heard a low meow sound.                               I searched the location of it around                                   Sooner I identified the ground.                                                     
It was a cattle drinking water tub of round                                         
                                                                                                               I looked into the large water tub deeply.                                  And I found a small black cat creepy.                                            It struggled for its life completely                                                  I helped it to come out from the icy tub easily.                               
                                                                                                             It made a purr sound loudly                                              Branded me by its paw claws badly.                                         And rushed into my house rashly                              Meandered here and there madly                                                     
                                                                                                           It hid under a sofa silently                                                               I put a cup of milk before it cleverly.                                Gradually it came and drank the milk gallantly                   
Once again it went under the sofa quickly.                                  
                                                                                                              It made meows to seek my attention frequently                        
 I was not sure why I loved the visible soul.                                 It licked my face and wagged it's tail gleefully.                    Soon I became an ailurophilia easily.

Copyright © Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani | Year Posted 2023

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The Maiden Speech

My school had conducted an oratorical competition             No one had given his or her name.                                                I was forced to participate in it by my master.                             I had no idea about the up-coming disaster                     
                                                                                                      Small Saving was the topic,master said politely                     At that stage I didn't know more about the topic           Anyhow I went to the library and gathered points.                       I stood before the mirror and did rehearsal too.                          
                                                                                                        My father shouted at me when the time was twelve                  I was awakened by my mother in the morning                       My elder brother asked me,did you prepare well.                       I nodded and moved towards the school life a snail            
                                                                                                         The competition was held at four o'clock exactly             
 Many participants had come to my school.                               I stepped on the stage when my name was called                    I stood like a statue and I had forgotten everything.                
                                                                                                        One of the judges had advised me to take the paper and read I felt shy, no other way than to read the essay                     Most of my friends ridiculed and laughed at me.                   The master said Failure is the stepping stone to success.

Copyright © Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani | Year Posted 2022

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List Poem

A school is designed                                                                 
 a) to safeguard our fundamental rights.                                     
 b) to provide teaching and learning process.                          
 c) to advise people about the law.                                              
 d) to remember a person or an event.                                        
                                                                                                         
 An auditorium is                                                                          
 a) a law making body in a country                                          
 b) a place where Christians worship.                                        
 c) to enable an audience to hear and watch performances 
 d)built to remember a person or an event                                 
                                                                                                          A counselor is.                                                                          a)who helps the poor and needy.                                          b)gives advice to people who have personal problems c)developed a set of ideas and beliefs about the life.              d) where scientific research is carried out

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This Or That

This is the luckiest fountain pen                                           That tongue makes me to pass the exam.                           This is the valuable double degree                                       That coney catcher provides me to get a nice job.           This is the famous multinational company.                       That ladder pays me a good pay.                                          This is the valuable income.                                                  That lifeline drives me to run the family.                               This is the faithful family                                                      
 That tree produces me more pleasure                                This is the lovely house                                                          That castle is built by my family's support.                       
 Likewise ,this is the fantastic home                                   
 That class room teaches living together.

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Art

There is an.                                                                                   Art in Heart                                                                                Skill in skillful.                                                                            Craft in Handcraft                                                                      
Gift in Giftware                                                                     
Talent in Talented and an                                                            
 If in knife

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Super Villain

I have never seen such a supervillain in my life.                                                         It's the novel disease, COVID-19, it's alive                                                     Begins in China and spread worldwide subsequently             
History of dry cough and sore throat, consequently.                         
                                                                                                                                        It's triggered the largest economic crisis globally                                             Lead to a drastic inequality across the countries emotionally                       The death toll around the world raises, increasingly                                     
 Cats and dogs have been infected by it unceasingly.                          
                                                                                                                                  Why this pandemic has become so serious drastically?      
 We aren't keeping distance from others physically.                                        Forget to clean our hands and foots daily.                                                         And never forget to wear a fitted mask on mouth properly               
                                                                                                                                  How do our ancestors manage these diseases successfully                      They spray cow dung water before the house cleverly                                 Drink neem, turmeric, lime and ginger juices frequently                                     And wash their foots while entering into the house neatly 
                                                                                                                         Pandemic breaks our hearts but opens our eyes, surely.                                                                                               We remember to practice our traditional methods fully.                                  Life is trying to teach us something, regularly                                          Learning new things save us from the cruelty particularly.

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The Sea

Guys, Do you visit the sea for entertainment only                   If you say yes, you will not much know about it surely.        You have to see the other side of the sea closely                
 It's the hidden treasure of the world purely                 
                                                                                               Millions of people depending upon the mighty seas truly Their livelihood is mingled with it definitely.                            It's true that the sea is the source of their life hugely.           Don't make the sea as sewage arrogantly                        
                                                                                                   Many poets praise the beauty of the sea honestly.                It's waves depths flora, fauna and others normally.           Most of the rivers are mingling with the sea probably         But the sea doesn't change its character formally            
                                                                                                     Who has given name for Black,Red and Dead sea obviously?                                                                           Naming the sea in colour is not welcomed eagerly            And the sea means blue and salty in taste curiously.            It navigates ships, boats and catamarans orderly              
                                                                                                        Sea is compared with many things as similes properly.     Even we can measure the depth of the sea cleverly            But we can't measure the depth of the women's heart solidly                                                                                 Likewise, her heart is as large as the sea especially.

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Hell

Hell and skull are twins                                                             We think of them after death.                                                 They shouldn't be empty.                                                              
                                                                                                       Oh! no brain, no skull.                                                                Hell is, where the devil lives                                                    Hell and skull are sins                                                     
                                                                                               Symbols of omen                                                                       Go to hell with a good one                                               Reserve for heaven

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