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A National Poetry Competition was on for a period of around 4-5 months organised by  Wiz Konect .. My poem got selected as one of the top-picks to be published in this anthology.. and when you read my poem you will know why it's named as such (so not poetically).. Read the entire poem in my blog -  http:// sanhitabaruah9.blogspot.in/ 2012/06/four-foul-ups.html or in the blog of Wizkonect - http:// womenoscopeindia.blogspot.i n/2012/07/ the-four-foul-sanhita-barua h.html

Thy fear commences like a tiny spark Stays like a gentle flame And when the time cometh For destiny and success The fear rises like a fire betimes And kindles everything in its neck of the woods And thy greed cometh stealthily seeming like a innocuous fly and when the time cometh for charity and altruism it grows up to be a enormous vulture betimes and feeds on all benevolence in its neck of the woods And thy envy cometh in like a guest takes its first step into your mind and when the time cometh for merriment and jubilation the guest turns into a tyrant betimes and takes over everything in its neck of the woods And thy hauteur cometh with a tiny achievement agglomerates to create a mountain And when the time cometh for reality's river the river breaches the mountain betimes and washes away all the land in its neck of the woods