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The electrical discharge,
as, one says it all,
has to be electrifying.

If you are as good as you portray,
Go don’t with electricity play.
Go on to porn,
show  ‘em yours to all,
what you’ll earn,
At one time,

From electricity job,
you’ll not earn,

At an entire,

All fall.

His point of view

What say you of venom?

At each turn of my life,

Snakes bite me.

Be it my friends,

Wife or hubby!

Or what ever you may think,

Life continues to be scrubby.

More venom ensues,

As success enters the doors,

So I keep roaming around,

My house on all fours.

Sweeping the venomous creatures,

From under the carpet,

I annihilate some of them,

You can with me bet.

Yes dear Brother

My brother is back,

Oh how happy I am.

He had gone away,

To a different land.

Though he returns,

He appears estranged,

He no longer addresses me,

By my pet name.

His silent messages,

I can see no more.

He has even forgotten,

My pet name for sure.

But as he has returned home,

Back in my life,

I am sure he must have missed me,

Like his life.

His silence I can understand,

Well do hope someday,

He will tell,

Till that time,

I shall remain silent,

So that he does know,

Like a doting  brother,

Should me know?