Poem 326 : Rumbling Tower

 Rumbling Tower

                               - T ABRAHAM

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Slow and soft jingle sounds,

Turning to plenty of pounds,

Grounding within the doom,

But hearing a roaring boom,

Which do not bring a gloom,

A noisy shiver is diminished,

Ground became a cold bower,

Doom with the noisy thunder,

Vibrations being felt above,

They get buried and unfelt,

Rumble being heard some time,

Showers to wash away shivers,

A freezing air bringing shivers,

No more to be dull about a gloom,

A final bloom been found around,

Which surrounds forever more.

Poem 325 : Bubbled Dimension

 Bubbled Dimension

                                 - T ABRAHAM

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It does seemingly looks simple,

A simplicity upon its first looks,

Moving and delving towards it,

Does seems to become darker,

The colour of yesterday vanished,

Different persona appeared today,

The green fields with the fresh air,

Ruddy cheeks with a skin so fair,

Like smells of apples and berries,

Crushed and opened to devour it,

Sometimes the rotten hinderance,

Hiding itself within the big smiles,

Colours of yesterday are nowhere,

But bubbled dimensions have come,

Which are hiding it somewhere,

Either deep within or over the hills.

Poem 324 : Scratch To Scratch

 Scratch To Scratch

                                   - T ABRAHAM

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The stroke and marks remarked,

A long journey which embarked,

With insane tools and reactions,

A kind word met with agitations,

No place to find any solutions,

There was no peaceable place,

Masks being worn undetected,

Tiresome and distressed rushing,

It was the last day to have fun,

Worse days did finally begun,

But not for so long as they think,

The next step for waiting in peace,

Was waiting to guide to the light,

The season of spring sprang up,

A magical dimension of delight,

The darkness met with sunlight,

The distress ended in a few days,

Forever no turning back to see it,

With no roots and relations to be,

Abandoned it for a steady growth,

The time of peaceful waiting,

Planting the roots of patience,

Back into the soil of joyousness,

Where the yield is being saved,

Back in its track after some days,

Now joyful as ever these days,

But the duties are bound forever,

Being finely made and refined,

Finally to be at a greater height.