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No hidden agenda

There is no hidden agenda
It is pure feeling not expressed in verses or stanzas
I long for universal happiness and prosperity
I always bow down and pray to almighty

I know for sure that many lead undignified life
This is not helping them to cut the edge of knife
It pushes them towards brink of disaster
They were never made to feel as their own master

Life seems so hollow and unworthy
It is full of pain and apathy
No end seems to be in sight
For them nothing wrong or right

On the other side many suffer because of plentiful
They are on top and very much successful
Still they remain inactive and prefer isolation
For them life is something with no relation

The humanity and kindness has got no meaning
Such ideology or thoughts are definitely weakening
Our foundation and dignified way of living’
So many people are desperately diving

The deep sea is only their refuge
The society derecognizes them and refuses’
Their existence as fellow human being
Though we are all actors in ring

It is really a blessings that has been showered
We have definite ideology and strongly powered
It has all the answers for rushing to the needy
So many remain indoors and watch it as greedy

It does not help them either
The storm may not remain same and wither
Tomorrow may not be identical or same
We should not later on curse or blame

Let us be sympathetic and considerate
Not to side with evil doers and collaborate
As it is doomed to fail and bring disaster
We should move carefully and faster

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Life never a burden

Life was never a burden until I realized
I never owed allegiance until obliged
It was somewhat unique experience
I wanted to develop close allegiance

It is good to dream about ideal living
Stick to one faith and believing
Helping hand for hardship relieving
Still no joy for its wroth proving

It was pinching me guilty conscience
It was considered as unitary with defiance
I was not going on with set lines
Rest of the rituals were pushed to the sidelines

I have my own way of living
I prefer shallow water and deep diving
It is not aimed at getting the stones
It is for measuring the silent zones

How deep but still a unknown mystery
So much richness but still not a history
Everything known but still eluding the treasure
This is how the prosperity is measured

You may be donor with so much to dispose
Unbinding faith and so much trust to repose
Mission by almighty for the care of unwanted
I cherish the goal as noble thought is planted

It is case of people with abundance
But what about those who has nothing at once
Rich at heart but handicapped by source
What can be their fate except to exert no force?

I feel being cheated not by be the almighty
But by the circumstances and feel extreme pity
I love to be called sufferer at the outset
As the life is moving in direction to set

My faith stands shattered
As situation is not altered
The whole area is logged and watered
I merely watch as the people suffer

I too suffer for not being able to afford a chance
I don’t curse the fate in everybody’s presence
But raise my hands towards the sky and pray
“God give me courage for few words to say”

I have no moral right to feel as I feel today
I will have to accept the fact in a normal way
I am not here meant for enforcing the own ideology
It may be considered as stupidity and one’s own folly

The happiness and sadness doesn’t come as we desire
It is not easily available in the market on hire
Love to live with whatever you have and admire
Don’t curse self so others get chance to satire
‘
It is one of the most adorable thing you are offered
The life angle may be thought over and differed
Still the basic goal of life’s mission remain same
We have to remain firm and deliver without offering blame

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Kind Gesture

I may not keep pace and go wrong
I have yet to cover path which is so long
I am blessed everything for a song
Find suitable and honourable place among

Let my pillow be stone
Ordinary life and no throne
Let me find and seek the solace
Allow me to see joy on people’s face

I may not remain so long and forever
Little sympathy and respect however
I may consider it blessings and gift
I want only mercy from you with little shift

I must honestly pray and confess
Don’t shower me with so much bless
It will make me headstrong and arrogant
So much wealth and fame beyond the want

I want to remain in your feet and pray
Honestly living with not in race or fray
I shall spend the life for poor and needy
Shall keep away from cheats and greedy

Kindly lead me from darkness to light
Vigilant eye to find what is wrong and right
I may fail to understand your power and might
Bestow me with kindness, vision or sight

I shall Endeavour to be good human being
Recitals of prayers and worthy songs to sing
Respect to all religions irrespective of faith
I may bow my head……………………

May find your blessing even in failure
Ailing mind to have definite cure
Not to cheat others and attempt to lure
Double the efforts to make win shot sure

All I need is your kind gesture
Nothing in particular or bright future
It may follow with your simple grace
Infuse me with kindness and love to embrace

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How To Feel Free

You had clear stand
Made other people to understand
How life can be tackled?
Save precious time and led

Now you find life to be gem
As you have understood them
Life has been made easy
With the blessings from almighty

You were not jealous
But kept life continuous
Without any reward
But looking forward

No one sided with you
As they found it not true
You were unmoved
Took no steps for fears to be removed

It was not your concern
They had to check it in turn
Truth can never remain hidden
It has to appear any time even

Sun can remain hidden behind clouds
But success may speak very loud
Sun will emerge when clouds are moved
So is the noble man and his work proved

You need not worry
Or feel bad with sorry
Life was never a burden to carry
It was in fact a smooth journey

So move ahead with vision
Let there remain no confusion
You the master and you are the key
You have to decide as how to feel free

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For being foolish

I am smiling at you for being foolish
Life has just started and not yet finished
You have been showered with all the blessings
Nothing is taken off or left with missing

I am creator of universe and still helpless
You have picked nothing good and have made mess
I wanted to see you all with smiling faces
But you all have forgotten it in mad race

I love you as kind human being
I have not clipped your wings
You are free to act as noble and honest
Who stops you from performing best?

I feel pain at your rude behavior
You have forgotten your creator
You do not believe in existence of your savior
You live in fool’s paradise and act as warrior

You can be brought down on earth
You can be compelled to embrace death
You can be made nobody at any time
You are committing unpardonable crimes

I still forgive you for being indifferent
Your folly is seen and is very apparent
You act as if you are totally different
One day you may have to feel sorry and repent

You will not find favorable wind
You will be denied access and kindness
You will be pain in same coin as you sow
You will be given raw treatment if you don’t vow

You are given all the freedom to act
In human life you should know all the facts
Act wise and have faith in goodly things
You may then deserve good for something

I keep on smiling on helpless situation
I have given you strength for its evaluation
Why I keep on be on their side with blessings?
So they should loose the trail of tracing

I want you all to confine within limits
The refuge on earth is temporary with no permanent seat
No one should remain under wrong illusion
There should not be even slight confusion
You are building castles and palaces
They won’t be left with any traces
They will disappear as pack of cards
So think of good life and be on watch or guard

I love to be on your side from time to time
It becomes difficult for me to rescue you sometimes
Nevertheless you have all the amnesty for some error
Only you need to see self in the mirror

You lead a life that is expected from you
It does not belong to you and it’s very true
You may stay here for a while and go away
Try to see reason through and have peaceful way

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A dark clouds

Soon dark clouds may disappear
I may have no more fatigue to wear
It is time to wipe out the tears
High hopes with good wishes to hear

Hope and despair always go together
Storm my lash out but to wither
What else you can expect with rising of sun?
Life can’t be shaped at the point of gun

It has its natural process to follow
With time and passage it may grow
Nothing takes place before time
Even if you make it secondary or prime

Bright rays may reflect on the ground
New life may emerge and it is clearly found
Sun moves all over and makes round
It looks systematic and very sound

Light and darkness can’t remain together
One has to depart from the scene altogether
Light to lead to the sunny side of the hill
Dark always to discourage and weakening of will

Many may prefer dark side to remain in oblivion
They prefer to avoid field and sit in pavilion
No one may know the exact nature of their logic
There is clear thinking and pure magic

Why to expose in public and invite wrath?
No one is immortal and there is certain death
Why to run after a thing which is not sure?
Why not sit at home and doubly assure?

It is still a sign of pasism
Not all think of optisism
It is way of life to mould
On must try possibly whatever he could

It is not right for us to think about dark or light
Everything must be left to Him and his might
He is there to support in possible way
We must sincerely follow our conscience and pray

Dark may not remain longer than expected
Both the sides may equally be respected
In their absence how could we come to know?
We must surrender and gracefully bow

On should not get carried away with little success
It may soon eclipse and have its recess
It will be very difficult to absorb sudden shock
You won’t be able to hide your face and talk

There has to be clear instinct to follow current trend
Forget and forgive tendency and willingness to mend
It may certainly lead to the satisfaction of all
We must observe it with priority as day’s call

Rise and fall is inseparable part of human being
On e day you be poor and next day as king
It is cycle that repeats at definite interval
We must rejoice and feel happy at its arrival

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Resistor

You are being taken under our power to your destination
Go!
Everybody, is a part of the whole of the system
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody, is a part...
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
To welcome disaster (repeat - fade)
Everybody
Everybody is a part of the whole of the system
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody
Hey! Hey!
Everybody, is a part...
Hey! Hey!
Were all here on this planet
To spend a couple of hundred thousand hours
To find out
Where we came from
Where we go, and what our souls are all about
Go!
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Everybody, is a part...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Everybody
Everybody, is a part...
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody, is a part of the whole of the system
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster

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Romance With The Darkness

In the dark
feeling the cold breaking sweats
feeling the pain and the numbness
feeling the madness and the suffering

Mind that refuses to shutdown
Body ready to give in
from the intimacy with the dark last night
hiding and masking unknown intentions
swearing never again
when the smokes disappear
the romance lingers

Yes causing destruction from within
stashing the insecurity
waiting to lead a life on the edge
with or with out hopes and dreams?
yes its the easy way out....
yes it shall remain as a sweet one night stand

Convicted with vision
Masking in the name of dark side
in the name of expression
the need to be rebellious
the need to be isolated and connected
the need to feel the pain
but mostly the need to let go and forget
from any sense of belongings

What is it about the tortured soul and ruined
that appeals to actors, musician, writers
for many masterpiece to be based on
is there a substituted even....
for this black charm
Dont we all fall for the bad boys always

Where does it come from this feeling
this dark side which exist in all
This romance which takes many forms
demure in some but flames others
why does it feel right
when it is so wrong?
the worst first hand experience
still doesn't stop the need
is it in the blood?
is it part of this existence?
will it ever end?
This romance with the darkness

The light cant be denied
as brightness will creep in
as life unfold new meaning
when night ends
too much beauty rises
Its time to let go
to be left in the dark, consumed with this endless romance

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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra

Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.

Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.

Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.

A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.

Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.

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How far this attitude

I don’t know how far this attitude can be correct?
But it definitely forces me to think over and positively act
You can cheat everybody but not your conscience
It will trouble you whenever you are feeling absence

Why at all do we need to go almighty and bow head?
Do we have no clear guidance for the simple life to lead?
Why all the times we resort to take refuge under falsehood?
We are utterly disgusting the name of our parenthood

We have lame excuse to offer ourselves for any of the mistake
We think almighty is very kind and will not mind for our being fake
We can visit once a while and excuse for all the sins
God will pardon us for all ills and never grin

Well, rightly said and observed too
There is definite weight behind and very true
Even without going to Him, we can have blessings
There is absolutely nothing wrong in our approach or missing

He is there to pardon us for each and everything
We should be prepared to let something
At least some part or fraction of entire things
You will be given enough of blessings

Love the sinner but lot the sin
The chances for change are very thin
Sinner can be persuaded to change
The tendency may remain so even if you win

It is common knowledge to ask for forgiveness
This is one sign of good quality of kindness
You have kind heart that fears from evil
All nice things may happen with you or are on anvil

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A pain for birth

How you could remain so negligent?
You were wise and intelligent
You dozed for a while
I was stolen meanwhile

I was picked by another childless lady
Now I am her dearest and somebody
I vividly remember your kind face
I search all over but fail to see or trace

Oh, mother i weep and fear
when I do not see you and hear
your affectionate voice and hand on head
Where and how I shall lead?

How could you lend me to others?
what can be other reason to bother?
what can be compelling reason?
Today I am altogether different person

You were in pain at last moment
There was hectic run and movement
You were about to be freed and deliver
As daddy too was firm believer

You took all pains for my birth
We were to have relation till the death
I had all wishes to remain in your side
The world seemed to me very wide

I was eager to listen to your voice
Rest all seemed to me only noise
I wished a far reaching cry
I missed opportunity to feel very shy

She has joy of having me in her side
The rest of the pass as if that of slide
It made hell lot different for my existence
Though there are plenty of such incidences

How one mother can cheat another one?
This can never be realized by any one
This is greatest blessings from the almighty
We pray, sick and surrender to deity

There is tendency to rob and be blessed
Final they are caught and traced
Not all may be lucky to reach original parents
This weakness we got as inherent

I go back years and think
It has made me to blink
I go down and deeply sink
My face turns pale from pink

This may not be isolated story
It is cause of concern or worry
The parent may be feeling guilty and very sorry
How could they bear the burden for whole life and carry?

I understand the agony and pain for childless parents
It is curse but we got to accept it and offer no comments
No body may resort to snatching or lifting of a child
The other parents may be missing lot and definitely go wild

The child may pass through painful stage
It will be difficult to manage
Still it will come off the age
It will be like captivity in cage

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Tsunami and after

Why blame tsunami and disaster?
Can we feel only pity or bust in laughter?
We are worried only for damage and effect and not for actual cause
We have become so selfish and close the eyes with pause

We have remained mute to human slaughter
We have killed the nature and she has lost original color
No where it can be felt with its original form and shine
We have done immense damage to cause floods and famine

Almost big creatures in sea have become distinct
We are mercilessly killed without obeying instinct
God and nature help only those who fall in realistic line
Do everything that is in order and nothing push to sidelines

We witnessed greatest tragedy in mankind history
It caused lots of furor and with immense losses and worry
The nuclear disaster was witness with naked eye
No one can think of on similar lines and try

The danger is again looming large
How many more may have to perish, flee or remain at large
We have yet no clue how to cope with this man made folly
Let people not admit openly but we have to share it wholly

Let us exist with nature side by side
We can not neglect some of the facts and put aside
It is our survival and existence that is at stake
It is high time for us now to open eyes and remain awake

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Human life

Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor

We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease

Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty

Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once

Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test

As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish

Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower

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Walk alone

Even if you repeat lines hundred times
Life and age may not stop sometimes
It has to move on and on
Whether it is lot or won

What is not good if you walk alone?
It is not going to devastate like cyclone
You cans till bear a good smile
Life is thrilling as such meanwhile

Many may be blessed with children
But that can’t be considered as exception even
But if not blessed with full of family
Take it as blessings from almighty

If time was commodity to purchase
We could have made successful chase
One grows old with passage of time
Neither it’s curse not a crime

What even if you have to walk along?
If something is going wrong
One must face it bravely and surge ahead
Life is to be lived with providing lead

No one can arrest the time
It is unstoppable all the times
No has done it so and may do it in future
One must learn how to live it happily for sure

No one would want to grow old
Wish to remain ever green and bold
May collect through out life precious stones and gold
Would never want to leave and live without fold

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Almighty is one

You need not be confused
My existence is never refused
From time to time the question has been raised
Yet the hard core criminals have also praised

You need not think hard
Don't look down but always forward
See above the earth and towards sky
You may never raise the question why?

Why do you remain concerned?
People praise only when they are threatened or cornered
They are ungrateful people
Never know what is called life and struggle

No one gets easy way
Don't think they can easily pass away
They have to suffer here on this earth
Face the pain and anguish at the time of death

Let there remain no doubt
There is nothing to talk about
Each soul on earth owes its existence
To me only as it has been given to them as pure chance

Think about messiahs and emissaries
They have emerged among adversaries
They had their mission to spread the message
Their views, messages are fully inscribed on the pages

People die because of their misdeeds
Their disloyal and aimless life should never be read
They suffer because of their misdoings
Punishment is same for poor and kings

Believe it or not but almighty is one
Its existence can be denied by none
Let there be no doubt in mind
In different form you may always find

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Nice to worry

It is always nice to worry
As life can not ended in hurry
It will have its own time to click
Whether you are alright or sick

Life is considered as mystery
Useless things to carry
Remain sad or make it merry
Problems may always be there to vary

We have no time to pray God
As we are burdened with the load
Why can’t we read between lines?
As world from other side is seen very fine

The worries may never go off
We have so much tension and enough
It is routine and can not lead us to be upset
We must tackle calmly and then forget

Sometimes you are seized with no worry
Then also you are worried and feel sorry
Life seems so hollow and unworthy
You feel dejected and seek sympathy]

It is human nature to dream for more
Always wants to win over others and score
Such unhealthy thoughts push you to the extreme
The shot sure battle is lost and making chance very grim

It will never end till your death
You may worry about how others will be laying wreath
It is none of your concern how people will react after
If you disclose such things then they will roar into laughter

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Freedom

Though I cannot see the sun, I know that it’s still there.
The circumstances of this life, sometimes they are not fair.
People love and people hurt, and I have done the same.
The sadness of this paradox, there is always another to blame.
Another has shortcomings, no different than my own.
I can pinpoint exactly where another’s are, while mine remain unknown.
I hold a mirror to myself, the only thing I see.
The strengths that I bring to this world, my weaknesses cannot be.
My cycle continues, faster it spins, no longer in control.
My mind, my body, take my lead, they bury deep my soul.
I feel it in there, and it wants out, but it causes so much pain.
I ignore the part that will set me free, for I’m a slave to heart and brain.
My life gets worse, I can’t go on, and I live in my own hell.
And there I know I will remain, ‘til my soul can break its shell.
The shell with layers so deep and thick my body and mind have built.
In order to break this shell of mine, I must embrace my guilt.
The guilt of all my failures and the people I let down.
The character defects I embraced, when no one was around.
My reputation was my concern, my character I’d forsake.
But I’d have to switch this right around if my shell I was going to break.
So then began my journey, my journey deep within.
My guide became my savior; he freed me from my sin.
He told me I wasn’t who I became, but who our father made me to be.
This path of pain He led me down, it truly set me free.
I found this path not easy, but knew this path was right.
For the blind fool that I had become, became a wise man with great sight.
I know the one I’m grateful to, His love for me is great.
He turned me to the path of love, from the path of pain and hate.
I thank you Jesus, for your gift, for my spirit I did find.
You waited for me ‘til I was ready. You did not leave me behind.
For I was broken. I broke others too, but by my side you stayed.
For every debt that I incurred, you had already paid.
You made me understand it all. I now have sight to see.
I’m no longer a slave to body and mind. My soul is truly free!

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Strange Ways

Many people have strange way of meeting
With heavy face and deep frown, offer greetings
Good at heart but fail to show happiness
Forced try to come out of isolation and loneliness

Never mind meeting less people but share their views
Let them feel you are sympathizer among few
You are not here to gain their sympathy
But to share worries, agony and apathy

Life is worth only when you are involved in it
Light too may be seen only when lamp is lit
Feelings are also felt only when there is little gesture
Respect is also when only when you have fix tenure

You can earn fame only after hard work or dedication
Lukewarm response from others is also good indication
No one simply acknowledges your contribution
It is only for your hard efforts in distribution

'Live and let others live' should form the basis
It may lead to peaceful existence and avoid crisis
You need not speak yourself as work may reveal
Everything is open to judgment when nothing is to conceal

It is considered as achievement and good art of living
Fine blend of relation developed with and neat weaving
That is how one may comes to be known as very humble
His ideology may not need introduction with preamble

There is no big price tag for showing goodness
It must be seen as gift from God or holiness
Let inner strength find response with easy access
Life may be termed as worth while with grand success

Nothing may go wrong if one sincerely tries or attempt
There won't be immediate response or action prompt
Society or circle may recognize its real importance
It may have its own weight like any heavy substance

Many people go and opt for open confrontation
Use bitter words and enter controversy and altercation
They themselves mayn’t know what they are trying for?
Find no place to stand even at home or with neighbor

Is it not futile to try for worthless things?
Are we sure of attaining it for something?
Will it not cost dearly for our well being?
I shall prefer to be poor rather than being king

We are not here to behave as strangers
Sometimes we act like teenagers
Go for easy pick and quarrel
Simply accept wrong for real

Life itself is very strange with so many ups and down
Many may rot in streets and others may have crown
It is not important how and what you inherited?
But how you delivered and your work merited

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I Syndrome

“I” always remained alone
Liked isolation and preferred to be one
Shed tears over what was already gone
No, why, if and buts bothered one by one

When I tried to be plural
It never looked natural
I could not break from separate identity
One and only one hurdle considered to be bad quality

Many books or rather epics are written
About such existence in deities even
Who can be called supreme and ever reigning?
We all have fallen in such trap with bad beginning

So long “I “remain at the centre of controversy
One may remain obsessed with such ideology
Every comment or word about him may hurt ego
It will not allow him to feel free and forgo

History has witnessed number of empires ruined
So many ancient civilizations perished and downed
No traces are left on the face of earth to remember
Still we have confined or restricted to one magic number

Propagate “I” ideology with that of poorest of poor
Approach the weakest of the weak in the next door
Find out if you can be the person of some value
Help him in dire need if that is what is nearly due!

See the difference when “I” is transformed to one big tree
All the passers by sit under its shed and feel very free
Wind to blow with little intensity and afford nature’s luxury
Sound sleep in few moments as if not troubled by any worry

It is nice to feel strong as only one among crowd
You are taken as guiding power and spoken loud
What a tremendous change when “I” was sacrificed
Emerged on imagery stage where every word was promised

I feel odd now with single word association
It has no significance with any relation
No notice may be taken except as breathing entity
A flower boomed in desert with little grace from almighty

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Is an old age curse?

I sat motionless after visit to an old home,
Sultry place and no visits and stay lone,
With all the agony of pains remain alone,
Reminds us of journey for self and only one,

Their woes and tales tore me apart,
Life was not smooth but in part,
People travels in jet but some still in cart,
Project self as noble and try looking smart,

Life seemed to me so hollow,
Found examples life to follow,
No joy, no happiness but only sorrow,
What to think of bright tomorrow?

I may pray for their happy and fine end,
Wish them all happy life and flowers send,
Some old couples did not succumb and bend,
Living in hope children may make amend,

Life once swept by devastating flood,
Even one’s own harass and thirsty for blood,
How to feel charm and end so good,
Some even faced starving without food,

Life is not that dull or full of comedy,
Events try against and result in tragedy,
Sometimes turn so ugly and bloody,
Your own kith and kin act as somebody,

It is shame on us and on humanity,
Why to blame self and also divinity?
We ignore good just before our vicinity,
We live in world and not in infinity

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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