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Tis’ the color of Fall, tis’ in its prime
A splash on this earth, a music, a rhyme
Hues of red, green, yellow, and orange
No leaf unturned, not a single bland grange

What is this color, this palate, this brush?
This spray of luster, so vibrant, so fresh?
The Gods created a new quilt it seems,
Tis’ the season of Fall on the canvas of our dreams

So vivacious, so pristine is the color
Its creators boast and are full of swagger
This festivity, this painting: their creation
the devils surrender, into this magic potion

And yet, its cold, its wintry, its pallid
whilst the heart sings its own versed ballad
It finds no succor, it sees no glaze
It burns no fire within, and no flames ablaze

Can you assuage it, confer it with solace?
It yearns to ignite, for that heart in a far place
Teary and languid of the war with its kin
No joy for it, can the colors of Fall win

The trees, the colors, the scenes have no meaning
They dont bring warmth, even whilst they’re blooming
I call for a change, I challenge thee
Bring the same splendor, to the winter in me!

It was a fiery June afternoon,
Please let it be a boy,
Please let it be a boy.
The stork was to come, soon!

It was the second time,
he already had a daughter.
Like the desert asked for water,
“a boy, a boy”, he would chime!

They said she did not cry much,
and brought a smile on his face,
When for the first time, he saw her decked in lace.
He wouldn’t need a boy, her radiance was such!

Two decades and still going strong,
He smiles because he knows -
Tt was a good thing, and the happiness shows.
A girl, he says, has proved him wrong!

He, once for all she did, called her “the son”.
She wouldn’t take it that way,
Daughter papa, NOT a son as you say…
For only a daughter can do what I have done!

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The epitome of love and that of sacrifice,
For the happiness of others and there’s no vice.
With a strong head, and a commanding walk,
Everyone seeks to listen, when they talk.

They wake, and cook, and work till dusk,
Come home and clean and crack the husk.
The strength inherent, the power to lead,
They are the women of today, His best deed.

Yet, there are many - beaten each day
They wake, and cook and work in their hay.
Where is the respect that they deserve?
From the men whom they don’t forget to serve.

A girl is raped, killed, being succumbed to fantasies,
Yet the nation watches, seven years past the obscenities.
They have come a long way and yet a long way to advance,
They are the women of today, dignity is their stance.

A day, a week, a month isn’t enough to celebrate - said Pri
How true! Freedom and no strings should be the decree.
Her celebration of womanhood, I continue.
lets face it, if not for a woman - you wouldn’t have been you!

I could not resist posting another one…so here is the third one of my 55-word stories…

Love’s Verdict

She loves me. She loves me not. Shall be confirmed tomorrow.
Verdict: She loves me not.
I love her? I love her not! I hate her? I hate her not?
I walk to her house. I walk out without her.
Verdict: Life imprisonment.
No death sentence? they ask…
I murdered her. They findeth her not.

Yes yes, I have given in to these as well! So here I go!

Love is Blind
She was unconscious. Man in dark coat picked her up. Woke up. Isolated hut! Snowed around six feet deep. Afraid, she tried to run. Biting cold brought her back. Got to know the man living alone….. Fell in love. Ten years later. Still married. He is still HIV+. She is not. Still love each other.

Like a Hot Dentist?
Nervous she entered the dentist’s. Hottie came out. Invited her in. Sat in the dental chair. Batting eyelids. Heaving bosom. Closeness. Appointment took three hours. She was under anesthetic. Did not feel any pain! Kissed. Departed. Twas heavenly.Did not notice the swelling. Did not notice the six missing REAL gold crowns. The missing degree!