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Gosh! The Gabble Girl

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Just a few days back 
I met a gabble girl 
And discovered 
Gossip is her only art 
Enough to make you swirl 
She and her ceaseless babbles 
Doesn't care of what you think 
Oblivious to what you feel
You will laugh at her light humor
Only till the time you're not at her wink!
''Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
You are fatty ,short and droll''
''I am pink, you are blue
I am sweet, you are phew!''
''Season of reasons come and go
Your cacophony voice like crow'' 
She will laugh at your attire 
and every little thing 
Unlike us, she didn't give 
a second thought before she utter
When one tries to stop her 
She acclaim 'Right to Expression'
Tragic is, her seriousness is mistaken 
but not her gabble!
I asked, how do you get so much to speak?
Does speaking gives you ATP?? :p
Her smiling face turned dull
I looked into her aggressive eyes
Gabble is an art,She said.
I can speak anything and everything 
Can share the hardest of realities 
and ease off pain within a moment
But you can not!
You'll think over again and again
Being deliberate you stress and strain
Be with me I'll teach you
Can we be friends Humpty Dumpty??

Composed for A to Z challenge 
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  1. Amrit SinhaApril 20, 2014 at 3:43 PM

    You hit the perfect rhyme and rhythm with the Gabble Girl ... this is sheer brilliance .... and oh what fun, surely, one of your bests :-)

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    1. SimranMay 1, 2014 at 9:55 AM

      Am flying after reading your words :)
      Thank you so much...Glad you liked the gabble ;) :D

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  2. Vidhya SaravanakumarApril 21, 2014 at 10:13 PM

    This is a fantastic poem chotti. I feel that I am the character in your poem. I love it because of two reasons – one it is written in a simple language and the other is the meaning it conveys.

    www.vinayakaskitchen.com

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    1. SimranMay 1, 2014 at 9:58 AM

      A hearty welcome Vidhu di :)
      I love your gabble...it's sweet and full of innocence :)
      The first reason you gave I'll keep in mind. Thank you so much. Your presence here means a lot!

      Much love
      Chotti

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  3. UnknownApril 24, 2014 at 4:25 AM

    awesome poem...
    my recent one :http://www.indianbeautyforever.com/2014/04/bourjois-blush-rose-ambre-review.html

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    1. SimranMay 1, 2014 at 9:59 AM

      Thanks Teji dear...
      BT, You are looking gorgeous in your DP :)

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    2. UnknownMay 2, 2014 at 1:30 PM

      Thanks cutie pie :*:*
      U r v cute ...

      Do check out my recent one : http://www.cosmochics.com/reviews/bourjois-so-laque-nail-enamel-beige-glamour-27-shade-review-swatches-notd/

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    3. SimranMay 2, 2014 at 8:09 PM

      <3 <3

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  4. BikramApril 24, 2014 at 8:07 PM

    brilliant .. loved reading it

    Bikram

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    1. SimranMay 1, 2014 at 10:00 AM

      Welcome ji :)
      SSA... :)

      Am V happy to have my favorite reader. Glad you loved the read.
      Thank you so much :)

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  5. Sylvia NeyApril 28, 2014 at 4:44 AM

    Great! New follower here. I'm stopping by from the "A to Z" challenge, and I look forward to visiting again.

    Sylvia
    http://www.writinginwonderland.blogspot.com/

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    1. SimranMay 1, 2014 at 10:02 AM

      Hi Sylvia,
      That's extremely sweet of you!
      Hope to see you here soon.
      Thank you :)

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  6. CYNOSUREApril 28, 2014 at 9:30 AM

    "Gabbling is an art" 100% agree to that :)

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    1. SimranMay 1, 2014 at 10:02 AM

      Hahah... :D
      It's hilarious but fun at the same time :)

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  7. anujMay 3, 2014 at 3:42 PM

    hey nicely written...keep writing... its fun to read your blogs...!!

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