THE DEBACLE

Greater joys are accomplished from simple things of life’

‘tis undoubtedly the truth which is universal and rife.

Precious gifts of life are kept in smaller packages,

A cherished diamond can bring the sweetest smile on the cutest faces.

Each alphabet delicately woven delivers the word mother,

Each word adoringly woven forms a sentence forever.

Each sentence strung well creates a pearly smile,

Yet one with vile words crafts the worst rile.

Each brick arranged together makes the great wall,

The four walls make a home — a haven loved by all.

If I find one day the river flowing in the reverse direction,

I may not be amazed as I’ve often faced dejection.

I may not be perturbed about people deserting me,

But I ‘m touched by their disheartening spree.

I do not fear much the shrewdness of one,

But I remain aghast at the crudities of some.

Defiance –a word it is I’d defy to listen,

Patience, tolerance is such virtues which are aptly missing.

‘Live and let live’ is said most vociferously,

‘Catastrophe’ lurks in the nooks and crannies most lousily.

So, dear friends let us shout and evoke serendipity,

As utopia never ever existed says the mighty and witty.