Divine river water
The divine river water flows from heaven
The dreaded criminal becomes pure even
After taking dip in water with past guilt
A confessional approach with regret already built
"Admit guilt and confess" you will be pardoned
All your sins may be washed off and condoned
It makes your path little smooth and less troublesome
You were so far burdened with and feeling worrisome
Almighty has big heart and always remain graceful
You just cry over his feet and feel remorseful
He will surely let you grant enough of time to recover
From your old past to new start with blessings all over
It is not simple to forget the black past
Those memories may remain painful and never last
It may follow you till the death time
With all sort of heaviness in mind sometimes
I have seen people crying with lots of grief
Their illness might have remained very brief
Yet they feel burdened with heavy load
No smooth words may seem to be taking them on road
They are restless and want to hear some verses
Some good words to give them peace from curse
They have done lot more to harass other people
Now is their turn to face ire from almighty with trouble
True soul may never resent unintentional guilt
As he has taken precaution to admit and built
He has already shed tears in presence of almighty
With full of remorse and expressing heartily sorry
Remember him not at the nick of the time
Pray sincerely when it has come to your notice any time
That shall give you some room to monovour and confess
You can go back to memory and can make clear trace
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I regret it
I regretted it through out the day
It was never my style or way
Still it was not short of blunder
Rain too expressed displeasure with thunder
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Inwardly I felt something had gone wrong,
I felt so much isolated for long
Not at ease to breathe and sing a song
Weakness surfaced and made me weak from strong,
Something I did which my conscious did not allow
I should have acted wise but did not follow,
Carried away by temptation which shouldn’t have been?
Shown so much enthusiasm as if I was so keen
It is making me nervous
Reason may not be true but obvious,
I never fall in trap any time previously
As I was claimed to be taking everything seriously
No one has seen my guilt
It is mechanism in built
Any good and gentleman may feel its pulse
Temptation and greed will have to be repulsed
Heart may skip a beat but will not obey
Mind will not rule but try to have sway
Past may influence and resent will take you away
Only physical presence will matter and stay
It will constantly hurt me and bite
Darkness may be felt even with light
guilt may be felt even if I might be right
Defeat will have to accepted even without fight
Forever you may feel easily got laid
Not attentive even when good words are said
It will continue to hurt me even more
I try admit it to HIM just before,
You may have sound sleep and joy
No more guilt to fear but cheers and enjoy
Immediate redress may relieve the worry
Need not feel shame and not to say sorry
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Simple Race
In morning and in evening I pray
Earnestly fall to his feet to show the way
If at all I am doing anything wrong
Virtually with tears and in religious songs
It is the only way to feel guilty
As we are called children of almighty
We are made by him from simple clay
He is the only one to show us with comfortable stay
We are human being and may err
It is neither folly on our part nor error
But a gamble that every individual takes
In quest for obtaining sweet cake
Sin or no sin yet it is great load
Some of the secrets are not to be sold
They are confessed before almighty
With pure heart to regret and feel sorry
He is there with kind heart
To forgive all our sins for new start
We got to assure him of good conduct
This is known to all with simple fact
I shall stay wherever I am
Nothing should bother me or them
He is merciful and our savior
No one is superior or no one is inferior
Let us live as single entity
Prove your worth with nobility
No one takes you for granted
You lead the life as you wanted
Curse or no curse it is your concern
But forget soon when tides turn
Go before him and confess
Life is to be moved on as simple race
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A bye gone is bye gone
I was taken back by many years
They were nice moments of yesteryears
They just emerged before eyes as live show
They made fine imprint with bright glow
I used to be notorious and funny too
I was loved by all that was also equally true
It was very nice to feel among members
It was nice to have spent time and remember
Bye gone is bye gone and has no relevance today
We must keep them before eyes and sincerely pray
We must thank almighty for showing us correct way
We wouldn’t have been comfortable in present day
It flashed in my mind to show how it could have been different?
The things were not going smooth as they looked apparent
It needed a final push with lots of enthusiasm
I could do it with confidence and showing much of optimism
Things turn out to be against us as we make steady progress
It makes strong and bring in position to express
I guessed it was right time for me to grab opportunity and excel
Everything was turning in favor and going very smooth and well
I might have erred in taking the proper judgment or decision
It may not have been perfect or near to the precision
I was confident and so sure of its implementation
I had strong urge for not falling in any temptation
I did what all I could do to carve out my own world
I had pulse of warm feeling and relation never developed cold
It was definitely promise of gentleman that worked perfectly
The tide too was in favor and everything moved smoothly and correctly
It may be of no use if we lament for past and repeat same in present
They are good memories but have no place hence must be kept absent
If we are overwhelmed and carried away by the past experience
It may not only aggravate the situation but trouble us with it s presence
The past memoirs must be kept in dark or back burner
It must work for us as guiding path and as eye opener
We have to learn form the past and go ahead with new out look
The letters and spirit should not be confined to only books
They are rich treasure for us to remember in leisure moments
It need not show any precedence or invite comments
It has to be stored in mind as bye gone years with joy
Every present moment has to be lived with and enjoyed
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Who I AM
I don’t want it to succeed
There is after all no need
Life is not to be made as what we think
Swim fast and prepare even to sink
Heart and all joy comes there after
When life is smooth with laughter
No weapons of any kind must come in between
As love is to be observed and clearly seen
You must always thank almighty
Never feel dejected for any kind of pity
There lies clear distinction
You need not any extinction
Life is an ocean of pain, agony and storm
But we need to forget and keep it warm
As human we need to survive
Strengthen the bond and revive
No one comes to feel for individual
One must think carefully as casual
Hell and heaven made in the mind
You need not go to anywhere and find
Suffer for guilt and enjoy for correction
Guide the path and seek the action
No one suffers here for any crime
As it is pardoned with passage of time
Seek the blessings for given birth
You can pray for descent death
In between you are responsible for good acts
To think out of tune or in tune may not be real fact
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A guilt to feel
Do we feel guilty if something wrong has been done?
Can that be addressed with remorse alone and be undone?
What can satisfy others even if we regret and apologize?
Can’t we forget it from our mind and happily summarize?
It is easy to hurt some body and have satisfaction
This is reflection of sick mind and is real indication
You can’t judge a person form his out look and trust
He needs to be understood in depth and it is must
I may not do it myself to anybody
Why at all I should hurt to somebody?
Ultimately what I may get in return?
One day I may be fixed in turn
God doesn’t spare anybody for ill will
He has to pay it here and suffer still
No one may come to his help or rescue
You may get everything that is overdue
If ever you can think of doing something good
Trust me; it will be sign of promise from God
It doesn’t occur to anybody at any time
It is special feeling emanating from at critical time
Inwardly I felt something has gone wrong,
I felt isolated and far from being relatives or among,
Not at ease at all to breathe with strength
Weakness surface and unable to go at any length
Something I committed which my conscious did not allow,
I should have acted wise but did not follow,
Carried away by temptation which shouldn’t have been?
I showed so much interest that I was so keen
It is making me nervous,
Reason may not be true but looks obvious,
I was never trapped before or previous
As I was claimed to be true and pious,
No one has seen or established my guilt,
It is conscious mechanism in built,
Any good and gentleman will feel its pulse
Temptation and greed will have to be repulsed
Heart may not obey,
Mind will not rule and sway,
Presence of mind will take you away,
Only physical presence may remain and stay,
It will constantly bite,
Darkness may over rule light,
Weakness may be encroached with might,
Defeat may be conceded without offering fight,
Forever you may feel easily trapped or laid,
May not feel attentive when good words are said,
It will continue to hurt you more and more,
You admit it openly and pray HIM just before,
You may have sound sleep and joy,
No more guilt but cheers and enjoy,
Immediate redressal relieve the worry,
Need not feel shame and not to say sorry
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Last advice
Papa was looking at the ceiling
As wanted to pass on something
I could guess something unusual
He was quiet and looked so casual
He had sensed his departure in advance
He may be surely debating his last chance
To see everybody standing by his bed side
The may be bide adieu with eyes wide
Normally relative gather when end nears
Secretly cry and shed the tears
It is normal human feeling with attachment
Sad feeling at heart and heavy moment
I did not miss his last advise
He had taken from me a promise
That I shall remain alert and act wise
"In this world there is no other choice" he had confided
I miss those moments and remember his face
There were visible fear lines with some traces
He had some unfilled task for me to complete
He took my hand with grief and tried to greet
This made my heart down with grief
Even though he spoke little and remained brief
We all were sure that this time he will be gone
I prayed almighty for his last breathe to be peacefully done
All parents are alike when their end approach
They may want all relatives near to bed as such
They would see it with all kind of satisfaction
Look all over places at home with recitation
We are poor human animal
There is so much celebration upon our arrival
When time comes at last for departure
They remember God and pray as creator
I slipped deep in the thought
As this was new situation and suddenly was brought
I was new to such tragic event
Unforgettable in whole life to resent
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His name
I hear a loud voice in morning "Allah Akbar"
It is heard across the town and even very far
I come out from the bed and look at the bright star
Same glittering and light even placed among small stars
What a pleasant morning to feel with his name!
One may wonder with the little thought "from where he came"
It is time to bow head and offer earnest prayers
Then to prepare for other activities as players
Why other religious places too lag behind?
Same meaning but with different slogan to find
Remember almighty for his graceful act
Owe everything to him for this known fact
O lord Ram or Allah Akbar I honestly swear
I am not afraid from life but have only one fear
Never subject us to feel pain and shed the tears
Only bless us each morning for your name to hear
Even if we are fast asleep you repeat the same cycle
Come out from your vault and make the full circle
Da
y and night take place and make beautiful round
Where on earth human beings find it around!
Kindness emerge all of sudden whenever I see at the cross
Force me to think twice whether life was not at total loss
Did I perform any act that can be detrimental to my faith?
What will I answer when I shall see thou after the death?
I open the eyes gracefully and thank almighty
What a day to enjoy and feel with simple beauty!
Everywhere to see colorful birds and enjoy melody
Endeavour to feel "he belongs to all and not to somebody"
It is time to start with day's routine
Duties and rights both combine
It may be only option to feel fine
As his presence is very much divine
* Lord Ram.. Worshipped by Hindu*
*Allaho Akbar……. BY Muslims*
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I Confess
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I feel I have a need,
And I please My Father...
With deeds I attempt,
And some not successfully...
My Father decides,
To then surprise.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I pray each day,
And express my gratefulness...
I don't take for granted,
Those blessings from My Father...
I know from Him I get.
When I find I struggle,
And I am wet with sweat...
I am comforted by My Father,
Who then allows...
My peace and rest.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
Before Him I place no 'thing' I value more.
Before My Father,
I profess a love for him that is adored.
My loyalty and devotion,
Is given without thought.
And My Father and I...
Tackle those obstacles,
He assists me to abort.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
And nothing do I have do I take for granted.
I know from 'WHOM' my gifts have come.
I know from 'WHOM' has 'allowed' this to be done!
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
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Something wrong
Inwardly I felt something has gone wrong,
I felt isolated and far from being among,
Not at ease to breathe and sing a song,
Weakness surface and taking away will power strong,
Something I did which my conscious did not allow,
I should have acted wise but did not follow,
Carried away by temptation which shouldn’t have been?
Not shown much interest that I was so keen,
It is making me nervous,
Reason may not be true but obvious,
Never fall in trap any time previous,
As I was claimed to be true and pious,
No one has seen my guilt,
It is mechanism in built,
Any good and gentleman will feel pulse,
But temptation and greed will have to repulse,
Heart may not obey,
Mind will not rule and sway,
Presence will take you away,
Only physical presence will stay,
It will constantly bite,
Darkness even with light,
Weakness even with might,
Defeat even without fight,
Forever you may feel easily laid,
Not attentive even when good words said,
It will continue to hurt you more,
You admit it to HIM just before,
You may have sound sleep and joy,
No more guilt but cheers and enjoy,
Immediate redressal relieve the worry,
Need not feel shame and not to say sorry
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Hymn XXIX: Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come
Come, ye weary sinners, come,
All who groan beneath your load,
Jesus calls his wanderers home,
Hasten to your pardoning God!
Come, ye guilty spirits oppressed,
Answer to the Saviour's call,
"Come, and I will give you rest,
Come, and I will save you all."
Jesus, full of truth and love,
We thy kindest word obey;
Faithful let thy mercies prove,
Take our load of guilt away;
Fain we would on thee rely,
Cast on thee our every care,
To thine arms of mercy fly,
Find our lasting quiet there.
Burdened with a world of grief,
Burdened with our sinful load,
Burdened with this unbelief,
Burdened with the wrath of God;
Lo! we come to thee for ease,
True and gracious as thou art,
Now our groaning souls release,
Write forgiveness on our heart.
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Joy on face
Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe
When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender
I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear
I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head
How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation
I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present
I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time
You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety
I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent
I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends
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Temporary Phase
The clouds were over cast
The sun had just become past
Night was set in to rule over land
I was gloom and desperately needed friend
Something bothered me a lot
Thousands of ideas entered the mind and fought
Each clashing with one another to over impose
I remain silent and do nothing to suppose
Yes it may rain shortly with full force
I was down bodily and with full of remorse
Something was really hurting me deeply
I feared a lot but preferred to face sadly
The past memories don't allow me to sit
I go back in past, see the characters and greet
They were all dear to me and acted very close
I had some affinity with them and purposely chose
The clouds are trying to discharge their load
The sky is illuminated and spread very broad
I love those heavy sounds as it was closely associated
Now those memories are definitely recreated
I want to come out of it and look cheerful
One should not carry it till end and remain fearful
It is part of life and must stay as memory
One may either feel happy or sorry
I know for sure that happiness is temporary phase
One may come across any time the dreaded bad face
If one is prepared to face it bravely
It may not cut much ice as faced successfully
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
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Library
That is why it is called library
Where stand all books buried
Built with huge grant amount to carry
Impressions of dead poets for all that past sorry
New generation wants fast result
Press the Google button and everything is built
Right from old warriors to new breed if politicians
History is on hand and can be seen as produced by the magician
Time is not far off when "library" word may become extinct
Boards may remain with sign but not more called distinct
All work and manuscripts may be stand converted
Into "e" governance and whole of the past may be subverted
It is our glorious past and heritage
We have maintained it as history on page
Many old scripture still find their place
They are the sacred heritage and must be preserved in any case
"Go and have reference from library" may become thing of past
The past may not only remain as past but soon deteriorate last
Few of the pages may speak about glorious death of civilization
Where as we need them as our only witness for old link and new relation
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Same With Number
Gone was the year 2k eleven
Coming of the year is 2k twelve
We will count same with numbers
Try to forget past and never remember
Some one said “human is to err”
Some one remarked “we are no where”
We are just pawn in time game
Almighty is there to be blamed
“How almighty responsible for our misery”?
I could only express my helplessness and pity
How can I leave everything to our creator?
When we have everything to enjoy and share?
I hear the chanting words from hymns
Words are composed by black headed man
“We may live only with your grace”
Grant us all wisdom to raise head and face
Such things we daily reiterate but not practice
Daily commit words but withdraw the promises
Bring almighty in between and proclaim on his name
No where we stand committed and share the blame
Let us try our level best
Dash against wall as if appearing test
If nothing comes out of it then give second thought
Don’t leave field until you are imprisoned or caught
You can certainly have reason to ask for pardon
As work was executed beyond limit and done
You have sufficient reasons to feel satisfaction
It is inner feeling with all kind of positive indication
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Love is god and god is love
Love is God and God is love
"Love is God and God is love" all may say
I found no name that actually professed these words to lay
I bow my head to preachers who really follow the spirit
And guide the masses to bow their head and touch the feet
It has become customary and now a show business
Visit temple, mosque or church in order to confess
It is good on the part of human being to obey
And learn the teachings by heart and pray
Many may be seriously praying for universal happiness
So many may be secretly donating for the serious cases
Yet the genuine concern occupies the religion centers
As they have to rush to the needy poor to cater
All said and not done in true essence
We swear by God but speak lies in his presence
We only object blasphemy but in real life act contrary
General awareness with staunch followers is necessary
I weep with tears when see the Christ on cross
What a feeling in mind with complete remorse
Why did we commit cruelty when He was our messiah?
I feel great when hear churches bell ring or hear the name of Allah
I may be illiterate in literally terms
It will be of no use to look at holy book to turn
The writing may cut little in my mind
Yet I know it is great message from him to find
What has he not done for mankind as whole?
Tolerated all cruelties and found body with holes
"Give them some sense not to repeat ills"
I shall not deviate from my path even if they kill
Such a saint or God is not among us
But his spirit prevails in form of trust
We believe each and every word
Cry with open mind and far of no sword
"He may guide us to nobility"
Make us capable and worthy
O supreme god and almighty
You are our savior, messiah or deity
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Yoy want anything
You want anything
"You want anything from me "
I told her to be frank and free"
She did not stop looking down
It was sheer fault of my own
I loved her and confided many times
Yet she had apprehensions sometimes
Any serious girl may think hundred times
Before making her self available on that line
I have great regard for her sense of pride
Many a times she opined and did not hide
I was afraid to face her in day light
As she never crossed the way to fight
This was my first encounter with her
She was bold and brave with no fear
"I shall face world but not go back"
To my words even if so much is at stake
I left her in lurch and went abroad
As I was poor and down with debt load
I had to make move with heavy heart
Even though I resolved in mind to make her part
Today I am back after many years
I wanted same original voice to be heard in ears
I sent for her a message with flower
To see me in private but not at place very far
I saw her with pale face but not completely down
She was in complete command and made it known
"I am unmarried yet" but paused in between
"I too same for these many years have been"
We both were passing through same phase
Life was normal but not with any fine base
It lacked warmth and life's discipline
How could everything be smooth and fine?
"I am reformed and at my best"
The past was past and passed off as test
Let us be one again and spend the rest of the journey
She smiled for a while and I thanked almighty
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Only Desire Will Not Work
Only desire will not give good start
Feel from inner depth and start
Poetry and emotions start with tears
That speaks of your anguish to bear
Make those feeling to be heard in words
Do nothing and wait for blessings from the lord
Words have powerful impact
That makes you to cry with skill and art
You need no pen and paper
That may be like words on water
It may go away with one fresh wave
Nothing will remain in mind for others to behave
Inject emotions that must look real
Undergone with sufferings while making deal
It may then be felt by others same as you
This is principle when you are writing true
You need not ask how they feel about poems
Let it come in form of few words by them
Simple acceptance of facts may certainly make the space
You may then have satisfaction with bright shine on face
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Bridge
You called me up on the phone today
Struggling with the right words to say.
Time can change a thing or two.
Time has changed the lives of me and you,
But you know... it could have been different dad.
The word brings back a sweet memory.
Im sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
By my side a distinguished man
Giving me encouragement, telling me I can,
And you know... youre not there.
You say, son, lets forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it last.
Youre begging me for a brand new start,
Trying to mend a bridge thats been blown apart,
But you know... you never built it dad.
So I sit here through the night,
And I write myself to sleep,
And time keeps ticking...
Time has made you finally realize
Your loneliness and your guilt inside.
Youre reaching for something you never had,
Turning around now youre looking back,
And you know... Im not there.
You say, son, lets forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it last.
Youre begging me for a brand new start,
Trying to mend a bridge thats been blown apart,
But you know... you never built it dad.
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Not dead
For almost a week I have remained unread
Physically fit, mentally stable and not exactly dead
Yet cut off from whole of the word and readers
As power cables here are cut by the road repairers
No doubt, they are seized with the time schedule
They care for nothing as they have to spread the surface over miles
Repair, dig, resurface and keep up with the growing need
The social needs are to be give top priority with the greed
No one may interfere with each others work and continue
Whatever may be the damage on the way, it shall have no review
Many may be thriving on such practice as the work goes on
Public may suffer for few days but may enjoy when they are finally gone
I am unable to communicate with friends
As if the life has been brought to standstill or to an end
Neither I can approach nor can they make contact
I have to remain contended with routine acts
Yes, the isolation from hectic life can be termed as dead activity
You are left with nothing except to sing a song or pray almighty
But this too can be liked by an individual for early morning hours
Rest of the day may be spent aimlessly or lying on the floors
I realized the importance of idle life with that of an individual
Person can feel relieved for few days but can not treat it as casual
It creates vacuum and laziness that further builds devil's workshop
Only destructive or negative ideas crop up in mind and stay at the top
It is killing me from inside with no social contact
I have remained all these years as social animal in fact
I can't remain idle without writing even for a day
Now it is almost a week that I have been forced to remain away
"I shall pray freely now almighty without any worry or trouble"
"The death of wife had brought an end to his entire struggle"
One of the legendary poet lamented over loss of wife in such a worry free style
I am no greater person but an ordinary man to pull on for a while
I have realized how painful it is to remain cut off
Not all may be attached as much as I am and subjected to laugh
Yet I feel the growing need for person to remain within circle
We are social animal and need constantly to fight on with the struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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