| Do Right, Fear No One
Terse terms in Latin attempt to relay,
Through "Fac rectē et nēminem timē,"
Matters of morals and might to maintain,
Courage to others from fear to abstain.
Those who emblazon those words on their souls
Shall surely succeed in striving for goals.
| Clue-Line: Creation
Rhyme and rhythm are required, though really not very much.
It's the keyword that's important, as is your skillful touch.
Describe, then, the keyword well; decorate it so, or define.
Discov'ring it should mean, delving deep in every line.
Lovely lines will offer letters in more ways than just one;
Either choose the one very frequent, or simply the first one!
-- Bhaswar Dasgupta
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| Durga Puja
Pedestrians parade from place to place,
And aids like maps assist them as they pace.
At each locale awaits a novel sight...
Delighted Durga dwells in peace each night.
Lavish lodgings are lovingly crafted;
Novel innovations need to be drafted.
Searching for sources of suitable stuff,
Holiday revelers can't get enough.
| A Timely Riddle
Each and every day of the week,
Time's tempo ticks its steadfast beat.
Sultry summer days seem so long;
Cicadas sing sonorous song...
Our longer days, our shorter hours
Of sleep decline like failing flowers.
In icy winter it's so nice...
Cups of cocoa is cold advice.
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| A Sight to Behold
A vision of victory, on heaven engraved !
I see the inspiring picture I craved.
Beauty so breathtaking, beauty so bright,
Grandeur of nature that glorifies sight.
"Look at the cloudy sky! You see it yet?"
"Oh no! It's gone now. The sun too has set."
Should the rainbow promise to rise again,
I will, with all my heart, welcome the rain.
-- Bhaswar Dasgupta
| Knock! Knock!
Just look up, above the joint of the door ajar, will you?
Unique, double-headed statuette! Do you see it too?
Something tells me that such was the symbol of a deity,
God of gates; of starts, arrivals; an auspice so pretty.
Once a nice Roman god, he is not now much renowned,
A symbol of the past age that today is hardly found.
-- Bhaswar Dasgupta
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| Spirits, Shades, and Spectres
Mention the mundus and most Romans pale;
Each one repeats his own bone-chilling tale.
Uttering under his breath unheard oath,
Lifting the lapis to look, he is loath.
Three times per year will the spirits roam free;
Shades seeking solace may sometimes still be.
Vengeance is ever more likely a trait...
Romans are dutiful folks, so they wait.
| Spinning a Yarn
In life it's unwise to rival the gods;
Even when you're great, you can't beat the odds.
Arachne's hubris stirred Athena's ire;
Her tapestry portrayed poor Zeus' desire.
The goddess destroyed the damsel's rash deed,
Shamed her to suicide, sparked a new breed.
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