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Think or sink!

Ahimsa was the main teaching of Buddha and yet...


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5 injured in Buddhist mob attack on mosque in Colombo
 
Man proposes and God disposes!
I posted in my regular threads early in the morning,
hoping to get extra time for typing the poems for the new blog.
Want to know what has happened???
I am unable to type in Tamil in the usual system-
forcing me to spend more time in exploring the other possibilities. :pout:
 
You may have dozens of friends,
hundreds of admirers and
thousands of readers.
But one sour ex friend or present enemy
is enough to turn the table against you. :tsk:
 
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It is good that new improvements are constantly taking place.

But at times they are faster than oldies like me can pick up!

May be they should leave us an option to continue as before!

Now I understand how difficult it is
to learn, forget it and re-learn it again
and KEEP DOING IT all the time!!! :faint:
And all these in a ripe old age too!!!
 
Naughty Poems | Naughty Poems ? Long and Short


The Blow and the Glow.


There was this strange fellow,
A moment of peace will not allow;


Inside, he was a person yellow,
And his love was very shallow;


He made his loyal wife swallow,
Insults streaming out in a flow;


Age should have made him mellow,
But it did in fact add to his bellow;


His wit would work very slow,
He loved to hit, her belt below;


He would his routine follow,
A bachelor’s life all aglow;


He would tell his loyal wife,
“Mother of five! Enjoy life!”


The wife had got tired and sick,
Thought it was time to hit back;


“Oh dear Father of three!
Go and enjoy Scot free!”


Now that was a real blow,
Too big for him to swallow!


He came to senses, bent low,
Never again left his bungalow.


[A story, by my father told,
As a poem, by me retold!]
 
Dalton-ism.


His business was in cotton,
He later included button;


His name was Mr. Issac Newton,
He suffered the defect of Dalton;


His manners were too wanton,
He loved much to eat mutton;


But he remained just a skeleton!
Was his stomach a mere piston?
 

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