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Politics

I wonder not who
but i wonder a lot “how”
I bother not the “when”
but I want to know “why”
It wasn’t meant to be so
only plants must decay
And the crap they make
it help other creatures right ?
But look at the mess
dirty politics creates,
deserving declared incompetant
failures still glorified
The cleaners barred from talks
and public blind folded.
All talk no action,thats untrue
every action will be heard
let time declare the leaders of truth.

These random wriiten, personal views are prompted @ March Challenge  (Day 4 – Politics)

Books Read – Feb

From hundred
to seventy five
the target
dropped;

Reading
at times
need challenges too.

 

This is inspired from my slow reading speed off late but still the desire to read as much !

Prompted @ March Challenge (Day 2 – Reading)

Poetry Form – Septolet

Also submitted to Theme Thursday – Books

And now for some book reviews –

 

 

Urban Shots ( 29 urban tales by 13 writers)

 Urban Shots

 

 

 

+ Seperate sections of stories

+ Amazing narration of most stories

+ Fresh ideas and lovely execution

– Some of the stories do not match up but that’s not a let down

Rating : 4.5/5

 

 

 

 

The Treasured One [dreamers book # 2]

(byDavid and Leigh Eddings)

+ considering the background information provided on each character, you dnt need to read book# 1

+ good plot , good narration and some really witty dialogues

– If the repetition of scenes is going to be there, am not too excited to read book # 3.

 

Ratings : 3.5 /5

 

 

Read on !! 🙂

Some words just fit(March 1-5)

Canopy of stars above,
Aromas of the woods around,
Moon singing lullaby
Projecting from the clouds,
In the lap of nature we lie
No longer worried of bugs,
Good thing we got repellant !

Prompted @ March Challenge (Day -1 : Camping)

 

With flowers in her tiny hands
the girl dressed in red ran, clutching
sheets of old paper along, the
pulled up socks sticking on top,
upon the head lay hat with crokked seam,
over her shoulders, the dress flew. in
your dreams might unravel her a(part)
head lost for heart , my life over death
I knew it was her, who had held the grip.

 

Prompted @ Poetry tow Truck

Lines used for the prompt are from Amy’s poem :

with the sheets pulled up over your head,
hands clutching the top seam in a death grip.