Body was flown
His body was flown by special plane
People flocked the streets and occupied the lane
Both the sides were full of children and ladies
What a great and honorable death if someone dies!
We observe countless road accident deaths
The vehicle owner or driver faces the people’s wrath
It will be suicidal to remain present on the scene
The irate mob will lynch or create ugly scene not to be seen
The death is such probability that can not be discounted by anyone
It may come at destined time even though may not be liked by someone
It may be highlighted more if life is laid down for noble cause
It has remained always on high note as of now and it was
It was put to us that he had preferred frontal attack
He was fired form all the sides and back
There was no time to signal the warning
He had no option but to open the firing
As the fate would have it and he felled to bullet
But he did not allow enemy to advance or let
He single handedly bore the brunt
Enemy could not get what they wanted from hunt
We had considered him useless when was among us
He was naughty and we did not believe or trust
For going out of village was essential and must
He did not want to live in dishonor or feel to disgust
The person chooses his own carrier
He may prefer to be lover or warrior
He is reminded of responsibility when see in mirror
Even though he might have felt it as grave error
So when the news was spread for her sacrifice
All persons left their place of work or office
They rushed to see the martyr’s body
Even though he was not liked previously by anybody
It is not the person but his work is appreciated
His life time achievement is praised and equated
He might have lived with in his ordinary style
But it was not the occasion to forget it for a while
Anywhere in the world the words are always dedicated
The willingness to go for help is readily indicated
No one may show disrespect to whatever he had done
The past may not be remembered and considered as by gone
I remembered him being frank and honest
He was always blunt in doing at his best
Today once he is no more among
I fear something might have definitely gone wrong
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A nice person
´He was nice person and down to earth”
‘Good people depart early and still there is no dearth”?
“He was choosey in life and did no harm”
“He lived full life with enthusiasm and charm”
Some of the comments were heard when my close friend died
He lived exactly the opposite and on almost all the occasions lied
I failed to understand the value of comments passed on individual
Is it customary to pass words which in all the sense are dual?
I have almost witnessed the same scene
There may be unpleasant things to be seen
People will be offering their condolences
I may still be customary to site many instances
No one takes this occasion very lightly
We may notice some differences slightly
It is not appropriate gesture or tribute
It helps a lot to express the gratitude
Person is remembered at his departure
He might have not earned for his future
The last rites might improve his public standing
His contribution might be remembered as outstanding
We find some of the people still fearing the death
They are afraid of wrong comments or wrath
It puts them under constant fear and pressure
They do nice work at the end to make it sure
Some of the good work is definitely appreciated
It is openly advocated and stated
This brings some of the his fine work to the knowledge
It might have been his ultimate goal before his demise to manage
People may call him as true son of the land
His contribution is clearly seen on hand
He might have proved to some people as good friend
This is how he earns respect at the end
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A simple journey
There was absolutely no movement in his body
He was resting on ground motionless like anybody
It looked as if one simple object was lying?
All thought he was dead or was dieing
These are the saddest moments in the life
It is easy to walk on the edge of knife
But difficult to survive in the real show
All difficulties surround and blow
The dead person might have not thought an early end
He may not have foes but so many friends
It may be his miscalculation that end in any case may not near
He may be living in confidence without any fear
Stories gathered round that he was lavish and lovely
He believed in life to be spent very smoothly
It was his life style that made him very frank
He lived merrily, toasted others and drank
We miss the bus at an appointed hour
The cloak may end clicking and it is over
No one may take notice and prepare for departure
His life waited him in the ground for the rest of future
He may be buried with full honor
He mat well be praised as good donor
What had he earned in his entire stay?
Honorable life with ordinary stay
We only carry the blessings and good will
Memory will not fade away and remain still
Ashes may be washed away by sweeping wind
There won’t be left any remains to find
Leave the foot prints on the sand for time being
The destiny is same for ordinary man or king
People may remember what and how you lived?
It may be your work that may be appreciated and believed
Let dead remain buried under the ground
Little air blow may create lovely sound
Only peace may there and nothing else to be found
What impression do you gather when you go round?
Long lull may prevail when you depart?
It may be beginning of a new start
Who knows what will be the next move?
One has to act fast and ultimately prove
Only good work may be remembered for a long
Nobody may accompany you or come along
You may be all the way certainly right or wrong
Still it may be wrong to create all praises in the songs
It is relentless struggle and may go on
It has to be covered and spent of our own
You may either create for self a big name
Or condemned as a curse or shame
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As life nears
It is life cycle
We are helpless and unable
No say in ultimate end
To live with the world and befriend
Good work may be paid as life nears
Its destination and leaves only tears behind
Nothing to miss about your loss as it was open and frank
Everybody is in grief but pray the God and thank
You might have been good to people
You might proved your worth and be able
To deliver the work as promised
It might be hailed as achievement before you ceased
Not all get everything as desired in life
The life is full of challenge and also of strife
How you could do it is another aspect
This has only lead you to earn respect
Today people are laying wreath
It is great loss to them over your death
Not that there were no people of your caliber
But you were great success and hailed as climber
You were so close to their heart
This was no less achievement as an art
To get acclaim from people is a rare feat
People have to make great sacrifice and sweat
I evaluate this scene as one of most deserving and commendable
Your dreams have been realized and proved as sustainable
So far they were considered as unachievable and beyond human reach
You made it as reality as no one had promised as such
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A last momentum
The clock is ticking fast
It made sound of striking last
Both arms moving with long space
competition to reach out and win the race
It has served for period that can be called very long
it never erred and showed the time wrong
it is always nice to see her arms move
no one can dare her to remove
As every living thing has destined hour
the same can happen with others
the long journey can come to an end
the last message is received as sent
Both the arms are closing on at last moment
They are struck with no movement
The expiry is over and no possible sign of revival
It is confirmed there is no more survival
A person may run through out his carrier
he may not care for any barrier
he wont wait for any disruption
now time has come for final interruption
It has relevance even today
Now both arms are not crossing the way
They are struct at a place as they are
The distance is increased to remain very far
The clock will be removed from its place
either it may remain vacant or be replaced
it may be remembered for more time to come
the change or replacement may be always welcome
The head of the family may occupy highest position
he might have maintained very good composition
he will be long remembered for his contribution
as he never discriminated in any distribution
His goodness will be recalled and narrated
the body will be laid to rest or cremated
he will remain in mind as noble and humble person
he deserved it for very simple reason
Who knows when the end will come?
it may be faced bravely by some
there may be dreaded fear for death
the relative may lay the flowers as wreath
It is easy to make the promises
the ill health gives the speculations to rise
if some one does not turn up or fails to deliver
all may turn on him and act as disbeliever
It is always good to stand for the words
one must be careful and look forward
there is no alloted time for anything
it may be removed from the scene and go missing
The death is deadly weapon
everybody is feared there upon
no one may want to leave the work unfinished
it may be his life dream before being perished
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Little Mistake
Little mistake did cost us heavily
Enemy had planted it deadly
Within a second it shattered human bodies
Flash was flown all over and bodies rushed in ambulance Lorries
It took no time to play havoc
No one could believe it as joke
There were loud sounds in different places
There were worries and anxieties on the face
The terror had deeply struck
People had run out of luck
There was no time left for finding shelter
The death was as if running after
Within seconds it turned into death zone
All were lifted one by one
Rushed to the near by hospital for immediate relief
It was indeed shattering our belief
How can human being kill a living person?
That to without knowing any reason
You have not met a person in whole life
Suddenly he is done to death with bomb and knife
I think we have dared almighty
He may have no room for pity
The indulgence in wrong way may certainly bring misery
Where you will find person ready to suck blood and act as thirsty
Time is not far away when we may not venture out of home
You will find R.I.P places and only domes
Who will want to stay in this slaughter house?
When there is nothing except passions to rouse?
Let us not forget one thing
Whole world can’t be annihilated for anything
One day may come when you will be hated
With butcher you will be praised and equated
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An uncommon will
I feared the death through assassin’s bullet
I too was aware that people may soon forget
I thought to make my wish open in public
I was strongly in opposition to turn into relic
I wished to be buried under the grave
I am weak but still very brave
What I miss and what I have?
I want to return everything they gave
I was down to earth and remained among them
They praised at every time like gem
How can I forget their love and affection?
They remained calm an d at peace without any reaction
What is my contribution to their cause?
Absolutely nothing except their feeling to rouse
Trim them to face any eventuality in crisis
This was the only reason and basis
I was loved by them as next to incarnation
What was so unique in me for such observation?
As it happens in all the cases, it was just trust
It was to be reciprocated and was essentially must
I am not any dignitary or heavenly placed person
There can be many or unseen reasons
What actually seen was their undisputed affection?
I had nothing to do with my logic or action
Now a days that cares for departed soul?
Many heads parish in oblivion and role
No one takes slight notice or note of it
You must think and take decision when you are fit
I am ordinary human being surrounded by mere facts
I have no special quality or worthwhile tact
It was all alone a single asset and reserve
People thought I was the person to deserve
I never wished my ashes to be immersed in holy rivers
Many had thought it to happen with strong fervor
I wished them all success in life but refused to create even cemetery
Why all big people or dignitaries preferred running commentary?
Many advocated my ashes to be thrown from mid air to ground
Some strong attachment was believed to be found
It was believed that by doing so I shall remain close to soil
The sentiment was running high and continued to boil
I was dead against the cheap gimmick and advocated for simple burial
They had special affection and love and that can’t result into denial
How can one play with the popular sentiments and cash on popular wave
I had everything what any body could dream and have
It shall remain as permanent history
I never wanted it to be shrouded in mystery
What could be traced later on as cherished memory?
When I look back from heaven, I should not feel even slight sorry?
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Last Wish
It would be considered a stage show performance
If I am told to express my last wishes at once
“What will be your life time end mission”?
I will be very much glad to add frank guilt admission
Great personalities and sages sometimes do without fear
They are aware of lapses and already admitted it with tears
This has made their soul very pure for presentation in public
This is strongest gesture if any one can make its start as basic
As an ordinary man what can I think best use of body?
Whether to donate it to medical institution to study?
Or to donate main organs for transplant in needy persons
Whatever may be the case but purely it will be with humble reasons
It is nice to think if human body if that can come to use of something
It will be just useless if buried under or consigned to flames for nothing
If some of the people get eye sight or kidney transplantation
That may tie my useless body with human being in question
I don’t what I had experienced and seen when was alive
But next person may be eager to see with his own vision and live
Possibly he may turn crime person and indulge in bad acts
Well it will not be worth point here to discuss and react
But I shall think of my dead body to be utilized
I shall deem it fit to think and obliged
Many people might be just unblessed
If they have it in case properly traced
If my body can be burnt and made into ashes
That ash could be taken and merged with large land pieces
Soiled with farm houses and seeds harvested
I think this will be best option and fully invested
The whole theme behind this is maximum utilization
Life during action and after its cessation
What can be best use of body granted by almighty?
When it is likely to merged in soil with all its divinity
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A real term
It is difficult to term a man as hero
In real sense he may be worthless or zero
His achievement might have come at crucial stage
This couldn’t have been performed by any person of his age
In the entire life any individual may tend to slack?
He may have ill fames and many draw backs
At crucial time he may perform unbelievable feat
This may earn him good name or generate lots of heat
On many counts the person is remembered and worshipped
His mortals are preserved abroad and trans-hipped
He has done enough for the people or country
He was prepared to lay down his life and stood as sentry
He is so tall in public eye and may remain so forever
His absence may be felt and loss can’t be compensated however
Still the homage is paid by all the countrymen on his departure
The country was saved from disaster and he secured the future
Such is the excellent work that speaks of great volume
We can remember his great name and only assume
The country may leap forward with the normal work to resume
The sacrifice may not go in vain and spread the fragrance as perfume
The soldiers are pushed in the time of war
They have to make penetration very far
It required great courage and determination
They are rewarded with medals and citations
There are many ways of paying the tribute
People at large may come out and contribute
It may be great respect and homage
The history will be re-written on the page
Any achievement by the individual can’t turn him into hero
It is laying down of life for better tomorrow
This is no ordinary feat or routine affair
It must be treated with due respect and honor
It is not only the war zones where they show the bravery
But strong movement by crusaders to save us from slavery
It has slow pace and may prove its worth in tie to come
The fruit of it may come later for us to welcome
In natural calamities the civilians are pressed into service
They perform the marvelous feat even without any advice
It is not less than any heroic achievement
It is then considered as human movement
Let there not be a single word in dishonor
It is unique incidence and can’t be termed as minor
It shall be termed as heroic struggle with dedication
It will be seen as total commitment with indication
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An error is fear
The fear of an error is already an error
If it is revealed at the end then it is fear
You may go into any depth and analyze
It can be had in maximum or crystallize
We don’t rule out any criticism
It is not called individualism
It is neither sarcastic or joke
It is meddling or unnecessary pokes
We can sum up what has been said
We can also judge what has been laid
We are not here for anything paid
It is not prepared or already made
When we set for the quest?
We try all out and go for best
It is critical time and real test
Nothing can be had if you cool down or rest
You should not feel hungry or be called mad
It may result in negative and you will be sad
If you are not sure of any result for things
You should not go for it or try at anything
Is it necessary to go all out for venture?
Can that shape out destiny or future?
Will we commit any mistake or error?
Can that not be seen in any mirror?
It can be judgmental miscalculation
It has got no relevance or direct relation
There is no doubt or any question
There is chance for no feed back but only retaliation
You may not be taken lightly when confronted on the issue
There may be constant watch and periodical reviews
Your actions may be takes with serious views
Not all may object but kindly taken by only few
It is human lapse and can’t be considered as such
It is miscalculation and should not be harped too much
It is to be forgiven once for all and discounted the fear
Not much stress is to be laid and no grudge to bear
The moment you have fear in mind
You may loose balance and can’t remain kind
Everything seems to be in doldrums and shaky
It should not be landed in mess and look tricky
An error can create serious misunderstanding
It remain there permanent and unending
It has to be addressed in shortest possible time
It may multiply and sometimes considered as crime
To err deliberately is not pardonable
It is almost not appreciated and condemnable
Sometimes it is considered as an art to deceive
It is not welcomed and not gently received
One must face it as brave
Though its consequences may be grave
It is human to err and must be forgiven
The situation should be too far driven
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Her wrinkle face
She was the only one in family
Elderly person with clear vision and noble quality
We all addressed her as “granny” with respect
She would never scold us for naughty acts
She will hide and keep for us as something
Even though we have plenty in house but it is special thing
She may come to us slowly with tremendous love
We will rush to her for chocolates that she may give
“Papa, don’t allow nine nine (grandma) to go away” we will insist
Let her remain with us and we shall make her walk on the way
Take her for morning stroll and evening walk
In this way she will feel happier and talk
The children have special liking for old persons
They are always kind and show enormous love with reasons
She has whole of garden before her in the form of lovely children
That makes her fully contended and miss no loneliness even
She may be almost ninety or more
Yet so much energy and will power is in store
Always praying most of the time with good faith
Not at all worrying about the approaching death
I learnt great deal her with practical lessons
She had troubled life in early stage and lived as helpless person
Then also she did not loose hope and kept us in her strong fold
We were her live hope and dear ones in the entire world
I won’t forget her when she will be gone
Though nothing more is left to be done
Her contribution and presence is like beacon to us
We pray almighty for her log life with full trust
Parents are after all one step ahead and plan for future
Not only for them selves but small kids and all for sure
They do not tire out easily as we do in our young age
As it is thrust upon them to rear us and ably manage
I salute her not because of her age or elderly person
But the way she has survived to see grandsons
May be second generation before her eyes to witness
Watch if you can minutely the beautiful shine on her wrinkled face
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Slow Murmur
People were slowly murmuring voice
“He is dead and had had no choice”
He was suffering from illness since long
He will be long remembered as he is no more among
I tried to learn what they were talking about
They were pointing fingers at me and going out
I could sense trouble about my past being discussed
But I had strong will power and was used too
It took me few years back to remember incidence
How was I put to shame by him at once?
How did he drag me in place of isolation?
Tore me apart and put to humiliation
How desperately I had requested him to spare?
How cunningly he had planned to molest me and dared?
I tried all attempts to get free from his hold
The miseries and pain were left behind to be told
I was troubled a lot by his barbarous assault
It was spraying in wound s like salt
Every time I cursed him for his cowardice act
I felt badly as I was made to suffer as a matter of fact
No females should be assaulted in such a manner
It may add woes and worst may be compelled on her
Such things are to be shared only woman
He was left free from such worries as man
I felt to rejoice the day as he was no more
In past I had tried the ways to explore
Every time he was spared by one way or another
I had then decided to forgive him forever
Today again those guilty moments have surfaced
Finally he is done away with and traced
He is no more in world to hunt my feelings
He was the only person to cause me sufferings
I had vowed to take revenge in lifetime
It was discouraged by second thought sometimes
It was hurting me from within like fresh wound
I wanted to leave scene for ever and not be found
I thought of going in person and lay the wreath
We must respect all those persons after their death
Their misdoing may not be worth to mention on the page
But whatever they did in their life is not for us to judge
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When frustration takes over
When frustration take position in driver’s sit,
Will not grant peace even thousands candles lit,
Peace and harmony are true essence and very fit,
Moral may lie very low when disturbances hit,
People may have distrust and look suspicious,
Earnest peace efforts may remain continuous,
When gravity of situation remain high and explosive,
Even mighty and might may not remain responsive,
Whole life time’s great work and achievement’s,
Will be on vane if not proper or no movements,
Slight error in judgment may turn events,
Solid material upon hit may find some dents,
Wrong notion and faulty planning,
Will be like railway crossing without manning,
You can’t hide face or runaway from the scene,
Your work may speak and deeds also seen,
Any mad man may come and fire point blank,
Never expose weakness but with the words thank,
You may not survive and meet death,
People may shed tears and offer wreath,
You may meet the challenge and go down,
Life may be lost and position without crown,
Name will be inscribed on marble plate,
Alas! That will last journey along with fate,
We have faced loss of lives with senior leaders,
High tributes paid and honoured by readers,
But who will come forward and strongly plead,
It will not be what you “did” but what were: “deeds
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A birth and death
Several deaths in single birth and death cycle
all religious books speak the same including Bible
who can deny the existence death probability
that has been made permanently the continuity
Human beings are always guided by emotions
they emerge in the form of innumerable questions
it may strike as everything is at stake for the future
life is uncertain and nothing can be taken for sure
This leads to imagination as how the life would shape
life would move on smoothly or prove as trap
at every stage it may appear as if the end of journey
you may feel very poor even after having enough of money
No one may comfortably say that he is not afraid of death
he may not be in position to proclaim he is weary of wealth
he too may say falsely that he can withstand any type of wrath
he can do all with the simple reason that he does not believe in faith
It has been clearly laid down that death is complete surety
it has to be faced by child, poor, rich or even mighty
it is of no use to loose the ground at every stage
it may be countered if life at every page
Birth is reality and we have been ushered in new world
the life may be shaped by others who will continue to hold
all cards and bring us up in the realistic atmosphere
even though it is full of challenge, agony, pain and fear
it is realized and understood that life can't be brought to an end
we have to adjust to the scenario with little or some amends
how could one thing of bringing it to stage of collapse?
even if he has to face so much hardship and remain tense
It is not bead of roses that you may be heavenly gifted
it is sheer your efforts that may help the standard to be lifted
not all may be lucky to survive the onslaught of fate
some may get the fortune early of life or very late
It is futile to think of death at every moment
you should not fall prey to defeatist tendency or movement
when we know that life is destined for something new
you have to make concerted efforts and renew
One one birth and one death in complete life span
no second thought or idea must work as plan
it will be cowards death every time
this is drawback and will be considered as biggest crime
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A Knowledge empowers
Knowledge is considered as second birth
There are very talented persons and no dearth
It is honorable to feel and live on earth
You will be remembered for ever till or after death
It makes you to feel form inside
Your area of thrust extends very wide
It has no limit or any boundary
You are respected abroad and in your country
Certainly it is God gift and is known from inception
It can not be had by copying or from adoption
One has to strive very hard with all the open options
There is no other way open and is ruled out of questions
Not necessarily a person has to be kind and gentleman
He can be cruel, drunken or with any other quality but not as layman
It is definite knowledge that takes him to the logical end
He has the ability to win over foes or friends
Knowledge is not something to be propagated or shown in public
There is nothing special to be reflected or advanced as logic
It is felt in day to day performance or on each known movement
It is considered as unique occasion and pride moment
It makes man or woman reasonable with approach
They are gifted with humor and simplicity as such
They re compared to as that of laden tree with fruits
When really taken into use, it usually tests sweet
It is natural quality that comes to the fore
The flowers may be liked as before
No need to appreciate or praise therefore
It is going to last permanent and forever
It can influence vast majority of people
The powerful media or propaganda may not be able
To cut across the barrier and influence the opinion
It is one of the strongest links to form the union
Not all type of intelligence may work
Not all the fire may ignite or cause spark
It will be proper harnessing and capitalization
That the energy may be brought into use for any organization
If that has been used for destructive purpose
For a brief moment it may bring all glory and roses
It may find quick disappearance and get disposed
The question on its proper utility is never posed
Let it remain where it is supposed to be
Let whole mass avail it feel very free
It may be then understood that the knowledge is power
Dark clouds with enough rain then may shower
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Milkman Is Dead
'Verghese* these women are suffering
Precious milk is spoiled and in return get less offering'
Two friends were gossiping and discussing
There was not a single point for missing
K. Verghese never thought of making Gujarat
His work place for white revolution at flat
He saw the plight of village women
The idea for welfare of women emerged all of sudden
There was formation of milk cooperatives
It had one mission with clear objectives
State must prosper along with poor women
He was to create dynasty with good omen
'For effective sale brand name is must'
He used to canvass idea with full confidence and trust
'Amul' was name given meant for 'price less'
Amul milk dairy has become known world wide and famous
His life time contribution paved the way
The prosperity retuned to state all the way
The milk man played great miracle
The fortune moved with full cycle
Ask any woman in Gujarat village
She will smile for Kurian* and manage
He will be remembered as Milk Pitamah*
The effect may still remain known aftermath
He remained life time chairman
But set an example of noble man
Refused to charge single rupee as pension
Stopped it for last twenty years and it is worth to mention
No one has done such type of work
As did Mr. Kurian from the start
He may be remembered on world arena
'As milk' man for white revolution
*K.Verghese Kurian.. name …Pitamah…Grandfather? God father
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My friend in mirror
I was shocked and almost remained frozen
When saw reflection in mirror with faces in dozens
All bore deserted look remained barren
It frightened me as if I had descended from foreign
I never found myself in fix
The faces were there as each of them were made as remix
All were representing one side of dark
As if black dogs around and ready to bark
I somehow succeeded here to mushroom and grow
I tried to live with great pomp and show
Had criminal back ground but managed to live with respect
People never looked at me with suspicion and took me as suspect
I preferred to remain isolation which was shrouded with mystery
All activities contrary to what it looked and created history
I earned great fame and people took me as hero for their cause
I too worked relentlessly by sparing full time without making pause
You get such mastery from no where
You have to adopt double standard here
It is considered as great art of living,
There is perfection in approach and required great skill in deceiving
You work for no cause and still receive the honor
Falsehood spread and prevailed and has finest hour
Even if it is not projected in a manner it should have been
People will take it as good will gesture and be very keen
This fact was almost hidden and not made known to public
I was drunkard, debauch liar and pure alcoholic
Lying absolutely low in public life and pretended very humble
When time came for action almost proved and was capable?
After all we are human beings and lead life in dubious manner
It has never come before and exposed to powerful scanner,
I wished it to go on unchecked without being noticed
I will have to reply self first, before being deceived
Before tide is in disfavor and turns against completely?
Let us wake up and at least make some mends lately
It is inner lust and thirst. Which prevents us from acknowledging?
We must respond to the call before being caught and from reneging
One must stand daily in fort of mirror, introspect and ask?
Is he really doing worth or performing the task?
What does he suppose to carry out on and what not?
He will have an answer before being caught
I am not at all worried but still look perturbed,
I feel guilty from within and get easily disturbed,
It is part of life but one has to feel contended
I may work unwillingly but support has to be extended
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11.11.11
11.11.2011 and not 11.11.11(1111)
It was just hoax about eleven, eleven and eleven
The figure was odd and not even”even”
What was then so special to talk about?
Why was it creating flutter and fought?
It was thought of some brain product
Just floated from mind for others to act
Involve in figure magic with imagery show
To show the people that universe had few hours to go
Well it is not 11.11.1111 but 11.11.2011
It had nice matching if had in raw all the elevens
Funny calculation made about is figure of eight
In both the counting it stands eight and right
(11 11 1111=8, 11 11 2011=8)
Other than this equation there is no coincidence
It is just a hype created at once
People go after making it as special
Nothing comes as concrete reply or denial
Not a sun, moon is coming in single line
So it con be considered as holy or divine
Some people feed it with religious fervor
To claim it as gift from power as favor
Person on death bed may speak no lies
He is afraid of not inviting wrath as he dies
So if we fear a lot about our extinction
We must resolve and take pledge not to fuel the situation
Live for some cause and render humanity service
Make life little worthy with ordinary promises
That at least one hungry man will be delivered with food
This will not only satisfy noble soul and feel too good to
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Over my death
Let no one cry over my death
Let it be considered as last breathe
I may lay there as brave man
Faced odds in struggle but died as human
Bravery knows no bounds
All words seem so sound
That may encourage future generation
To strengthen the bond and cement the relation
Nation may pay homage to brave sons
"Here lies our future in person"
"He died for national cause"
The words may read thus
Let no one shed tears
Let no tragic words should fall in ears
That may undermine my sacrifice
As many more may have to lay life and fulfill the promises
Occasionally you may come and lay the wreath
Remember me with floral tribute and take oath
Not to have fears in consequences to follow
Let the nation develop and fearlessly grow
I knew nothing when ventured into enemy
I had full trust and faith in almighty
I heard a voice to dash against wall
In doing so it was expected a fall
What else can be so sacred?
When you are honored to lead
A mission to spread message and give warning
Not a place here to bargain or go for earning
My eyes may look beyond boundary
Demand more of sacrifice if necessary
Let enemy be taken by sudden surprise
I shall come out of grave and rise
I shall prefer thousand demises
If that is criteria to stand for promises
A honor very rare to any national
There is logic behind with strong rationale
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With all the sympathy
A person is called saint if he has kindness with all the sympathy
He can claim then only as direct descendent of almighty
Or Messiah, messenger or for that respect an angel
At every inch you must look ordinary but with different angle
I have known or heard about many of such figures
They have worked for the humanity and reassured
About the human misery and risk involved for apathy
What work is to be taken up or followed to gain His sympathy?
Each work is evaluated and appreciated by God
Many might have lost favor as their soul stands sold
They are burden and living animal on earth
At each stage they live on but with the fear of death
To work under such difficult situation is Herculean task
No one may opt for it or readily go and ask
Some of the great souls are easily picked on earth
God has always created such situation without any dearth
Such a kind of saints have prevailed in present time
For the rescue of mankind with their known and committed crimes
Hardly anybody can undertake such enterprise
It is much to relief and to our surprise
It proves God's existence
We feel and experience His presence
He is omni present and in every individual
Only we fail to understand Him and take very casual
If some one works on charity or any kind of human service
That may be counted as noble cause and looked upon very nice
All kinds of help will be rendered and efforts lauded
His or her presence will be taken with high esteem and applauded
It is not done to gain international fame
It may involve great work and full of blames
Little slackness may invite lots of criticism
As it isli9nked with the work of humanism
Thousands of hands are raised in your well being
Prayers and congregations are held to praise and sing
Preaching is done so as to spread the kind and love message
The sick and ill fated souls are shown the way with passage
The services of poor may be remembered very long
It is not only the care and help but to stay among
Not showing mere finger for any work to be done
The far reaching impact will never be undone
Some of the names may be remembered by all
As they have responded with charity and humanitarian call
Anybody could do it without any assistance
But it has made some difference with their presence
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The natural course
I never felt dissatisfied and lamented
The natural course and behavior always appreciated
Never condemned bad and gave so much importance to good
As both were to be balanced and properly understood
One can not be equated with another
As one leads to joy and another leads to bother
Both carry significance in life and stay together
For one thing we shy off and for another carry a feather
People or for that matter everybody prays a rising sun
They go after it and sometimes make lots of fun
Lot many words are said in praise only to please
With expectation of some favor in return or release
It is human tendency to look for and go with sunny side
The angle has always remained narrow and differences very wide
Everyday we come up with strong resolve to fare better
But soon forget to take up or push for the stage later
Life as such is considered precious
You may cope up with problems and become famous
It has double tendency to take you up and excel
Or push down to valley and show you real hell
Everybody will not be blessed with comforts
We come through unnatural death reports
Some people are afraid of and end life with suicides
Life becomes intolerable and frustration is unbearable to hide
Life can’t be carried on with heavy burdens
It must be faced with lots of struggle even
It is mental feeling and forces us to loose patience
Life can be lived full length despite lot many odds presence
If death has to take over then no one can rescue
It has to come by any means if destiny is due
We are here to fulfill the mission and come alive
The life philosophy must be understood and believed
Many have taken birth this before and gone peacefully
Their names are inscribed on stones as they lead it successfully
If their contribution was well worth and exemplary
Their name was to be considered as formidable and necessary
At one particular moment you are at height of the peak
At very next moment you are pushed on the ground as weak
Your place is taken over by another deserving and capable man
Hence life is to be understood properly and lived as human
We need not worry about tomorrow’s fate
We will be no more to witness it on that date
Let life be enjoyed as is blessed in present form
Let us learn closely and stay properly informed
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