Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars

‘Josyam parkaliyo josyam,’ her booming voice

offered to foretell life’s many sorrows and joys.

Strongly vouched for by lawyer’s m’am –

his success rightly told before its time.

 

‘Why not this once? None will be wise about…’

– lady of the house all by herself thought,

Men battling at the court on the day of reckoning –

surely the end for them, their evil designs of usurping.

 

Them – would learn not to covet the house,

that lit a fire of greed difficult to douse.

Where it was sited, long ago, in town outer,

now in the midst of a bustling pricey center.

One married to a girl of city mayor,

held himself above laws of commoner.

 

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So the woman was called in and asked what the stars said.

Mantras chanted, cowries rolled, eyes closed–

a smaller house is an inexorable destiny, she pronounced.

‘What came over me to ask?’ the lady regretted teary-eyed.

 

Hours later…

She was pulled out of swirling thoughts.

Men came in with raucous rejoicing and welcome sweets,

Finally, truth would prevail, she always knew. .

She must tell the lawyer’s wife…what a day, phew!

 

Outside the door, lay an envelope unopened yet

from the office of the mayor, the seal on its face said

 

Its contents –

About his initiative on congestion far gone

and plans to widen a road over their pretty lawn.

 

End

 

 

 

 

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The First Story Of Undying Romance

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The Girl Who Can Do Everything…Almost

 

Well, a lot of it, quite beyond me in three score and eight years I’ve seen yet!

This delightful piece is from Aditi Krishnan (11), quite appropriate for International Women’s Day.

Here we go:

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Past the stars, and through the galaxy lies a planet called Flurp

And on this planet, there lives a very special girl, named Kurp

 

Now Kurp is a very special girl, for what you can think, she can do

And what you can do, she can too, but much better than you!

 

She can wiggle her nose and touch her toes

And count how far? Who knows?

 

She’ll win any game, has amazing aim,

She can perfectly hang a frame

 

She can touch the sky, she can twitch her eye

She can even fly! Who knows how high!

 

She can blow a balloon, she’ll bend a spoon

She can even play the bassoon!

 

Although there is one thing, Kurp just cannot do

She asks, ” How, oh how, do you tie a shoe?”

 

“You take the laces and tie a knot”

“Which lace? What knot? I think it got caught!”

 

“I can never do it! I will never do it!”

“Definitely not, just not if you quit”

 

“No! I will quit! You shall watch me!”

 “But that will not help, you see?”

 

“So… if I try and try, and try once more…”

“And I keep trying until my arms are sore…”

 

“Then I will be able to do a whole lot!!!”

“Ok, so you take the laces and tie a knot…”

 

“And make the loops, and tie them too!”

“I did it! I did it! There’s nothing I can’t do!”

 

“I can….. win any race, I can dance through space,”

“And now I can tie my shoe lace!”

 

“I can fix any leak, I can hop through a creek,”

“And I’m amazing at hide-and seek!”

 

“I can beautifully sing, jump high as a spring,”

“I can do anything!”

 

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Squirrels in Winter

Hmmm…never quite thought about it:

Have you ever worried
about squirrels in winter?
I see them climb over snowdrifts
with their bare paws —
they have no winter boots.

I see them stop
to tuck their tiny front paws
into their armpits
for warmth —
they have no mitts.

When it rains
I see them huddle
under trees,
they still get soaked —
they have no raincoats.

They have no pants,
no dresses, no hats,
no warm winter coats,
no shelter or fires
to warm their bodies.

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Even the homeless men
whose beds are the sidewalk
have sleeping bags
to keep them warm.
Squirrels have nothing.

Still they remain cheery,
hopping about
gathering nuts,
Who knew
it was such a hard life
for squirrels in winter?

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A 100-Word Story

 

This delightful piece is ‘penned’ by Laurence Simon at oneadayuntilthedayidie.com, a prolific source of many an enjoyable drabble:

Dear Santa,
A lot of my friends are sad, worried, and afraid.
And I can’t do anything about them.
But tell them I’m sorry, which doesn’t really help.
Maybe instead of going around the world
And leaving presents for all the good boys and girls
You could go around and collect up all the sadness
And worry. And stress. And fear.
Collect them all up in your bag
And then fly out over the deepest ocean
Or the South Pole
And dump them over the side of the sleigh.
Oh, and pick up newspapers and soda cans
For recycling, too.

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Ever Wonder About the Size of Things? (A 100-Words Drabble)

From thedrabble.wordpress.com, authored by Beata Gallay at frauexwhy.wordpress.com 

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Compared to a particle, an ant is pretty damned big.

So an elephant compared to the ant.

Supersaurus weighed as much as seven elephants,

not to mention a blue whale that could weigh 150 tons,

three times heavier than a dinosaur of the same size.

But that’s where it stops, folks. Why?

Not enough food, bone structure cannot hold the weight,

limited speed of neurons from head to tail

equals too slow reaction time for survival.

Pretty lame excuses, if you ask me.

Is that the best you, the omniscient, omnipotent god

could come up with? You’re fired!

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A Minister Visits His Village

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The incongruous mansion was abuzz with people.

For, whatever happened was quite unthinkable.

Ever since he heard of it, he was quite agitated.

Citizens’ assets, at any cost, must be protected.

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He did not much trust his locals to repair,

so, came straight down in person to take care.

On arrival he set about cracking his whip:

The theft must be solved before sundown.

he roared – till then he wouldn’t partake a sip

of water – so they raided sparing no village or town.

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By noon he sat down for a sumptuous lunch,

grinning more than a cat proud with its catch -.

efficient law men in a trice had the theft undone

though  thieves rounded up somehow were none.

It mattered little now – the buffaloes were restored

back to the owner – the minister, for all he cared.

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Law rightly upheld, now justice was due

to butter chicken, dal makhani, roti’s…phew.

A blissful siesta and he was ready for lok darbar.

To air their grievances villagers from near and far

came – it was all about stray dogs, water and power,

leaky class-rooms, broken benches and no doctor.

All deftly handled – he gave away nothing,

copious note diligently made for safe filing.

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There was this bunch that came in at the end,

eyes down, tongue tied and shuffling around.

Words came out with fear in their tremulous voice:

“They stole our buffaloes this morning…the police.”

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End

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PS: lok darbar is a public forum.

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