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Geetha Raj  Nov 2011
Timepass!
Geetha Raj Nov 2011
Struggles are part of every man's life
They come in the form of worries or wives!
And once they are done with arguments and strife
They know life's over, and they forgot to jive!

Miseries come to women as heirs or hubbies
The former is chubby, the latter is stubby!
Often treated as a slave, a cheap scrubby
Now no longer bubbly. She is mostly grubby!

Youngsters are blessed - for they are ignorant and mulish
They are worried of gadgets, or a spreading blemish.
For even when the world is at war and looks bleakish,
What keeps them up would be a love, to anguish.

Children find solace among friends at school
With homework half-done, they're obstinate as mules.
Parents are loving, so they are allowed to drool.
Even teachers look fools. Life is so cool.

Stages of life are - all different, all funny!
Some stages look dry. Some stages look sunny.
The one thing that links all - the crazy and cunning
Its no longer love. Its rather money.
Written on 28th March, 2010.
As the title indicates, it was just something penned for fun.
No thought into it. Just tried to force match the rhymes (with some success!)
Raj Bhusan  Jun 2016
Timepass
Raj Bhusan Jun 2016
You wonder all day what you are doing with your life
You have no job, no money, but time
Time, you were wondering what you are doing with your life

Early morning, you think of doing some stuff today
But your daily errands took all your leisures away
And when dusk knock on your door at its time
Time, you were wondering what you are doing with your life

So you went out, just to cool off your head
End up taking a **** or two with some of your friend
Then you come back home on your time
Time, you were wondering what you are doing with your life
Garima Khatri Nov 2015
You are the tree to my shelter and the dew drops to my depleted leaves;

Oh friend! You are the sweet fruits to suffice my hungry teeth;

Without thou life's a scabland.
And safe my nest is in your precious hand;

No storm or fire can  suffocate you, thou roots are so strong
Thou is right even if thou is wrong;

Oh dear your soul is crystal clear;
I wont let you come near fear you are my bear.

This is timepass poetry just for you
Now its time to go to loo.

-Garima

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