Sad eyes
I could read nothing on her face
But eyes could speak with grace
Intense struggle was going on in her mind
Yet her face revealed nothing for me to find
She had resolve of steel metal
Her husband had died of an accident which proved fatal
She could hardly think of anything now to settle
She was on decline and loosing her rose petals
She must be facing now lot many problems
Something struck to remind her of grave troubles
People may try their level to pound on her flash
Soon she may be heading for an open war or clash
Life is not bed of roses for all persons
Some people are blessed with support from sons
Some are looked after well by circumstances
Many are lucky not to have experienced such things even at once
She was not that lucky to have enough support
She may murmur and say when will reach her ship at the port
I listened to these words with much pain
But had no solution to relieve her from drain
She spoke to me with intense projection
She was not leaving the field by inaction
I saw in her eyes thunder storms and lightening
Nothing could deter her now from hardening
She had her own sphere, space and cover
I read her resolve to carry on and move further
No person was expected in her life to explore
I feared nothing unusual coming from her
Some people may loose courage if receive shocks after shocks
Luck also will be sending troubles in bundles from its stocks
It is seen and observed that ill luck would try everything to finish
But strong people may face it bravely and simply not perish
She was from fine blend and held very good character
Many times she would claim her self as an actor
I thought of great circus where each one is expected to play part
With magnificent acts, independent from each other as an art
I made little survey of human feeling
What will be the most fearsome act and almost killing?
I thought of illogical fear with devastating effects
Not realizing the unavoidable circumstances in fact
Life at some point of time comes to an end
You can add flavor to it by making some amends
No one may ask how much you lived on earth
But certainly remark how best you lived up to the time of death
No one will be spared from the jaw of death
We may also be going to lay a wreath
Yet it never occurs to us in mind
That we too may have some place here to find
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She was silent
She was silent and deep in thought
As if she feared a battle to be fought
She had near escape from real struggle
Life was challenge and full of troubles
She shared always with me her secret
Her words spoke of bad luck and fate
What and how the people had deceived?
How badly she was treated and received?
As female it was too much for her
Lot many things worried and this had led her to bother
It was not easy to counter propaganda
When each and everything was to be proved as contra
I was called specially to listen to her views
She had limited friends and confided to only few
I watched her pale face and wondered
She was fresh like rose earlier and smile was always offered
Here she was before me as if not as loving person
But down with worries and reasons
She was feeling lonely and feared from people
It was not good now to continue life as single
She was asking me to give opinion
How will it be nice to find companion?
I was judging her mood so avoided an answer
But I assumed rain was about to shower
I am not sure what was in her mind
Why was she so desperate to find?
A friend at this critical juncture
Where as she had refused in past for anything sure
Was I in her mind as possible savior?
It will be wrong on my part to whistle or murmur
I thought for a while and kept safe distance
She was looking at my eyes and took real chance
I was for her in past and had expressed
She was all for glory and out rightly had dismissed
My proposal for alliance and hence we had parted
Now it was her proposal again and I got startled
Not that bad! I smiled within
It was purely an incidental win
She was there for me waiting
I smiled and expressed desire for dating
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Don't Hate Me
Don’t hate me my beloved
I must be forgiven and pardoned
As some of the facts are not known
I can’t make it for others own
Love can’t be made reason to hate
It comes like spring in life very late
Not all the people are lucky or fortunate
Who can understand it properly and relate
I could have been most lucky person
Yes, still I have to hold back for some reasons
I come to the point where return is impossible
If I do so then more and more people will be in trouble
How can I degrade persons who love me honestly?
They have come out in open with feelings and earnestly
I try to follow their wished and respond positively
Alas! I could do it with some soft corner nicely
Unfortunate persons are those die friendless
Have you ever seen their gloomy face?
They may be searching for something unique
Despite so much hostile reception from the critics
I am very sure of friend’s response
They were truly appreciative in sense
I could well judge them and act
But I could not that is real fact
What is there to realize when autumn has fully set?
How can I try for others to know or let?
How can I drag them in my holy crusade?
When I know fully well that it is difficult to forbade
My conscious bites when I think more
I try to go for reasons to explore
I find none and suddenly sadness takes over
Memory too deserts and refuses the cover
I had been near to the death jaw
That is how I experienced it and saw
Nothing seemed to me inevitable as excuse
I though of declining all offers and refuse
This is how you are feeling bad
I myself is in shock state and feel bad
I shall take complete blame on myself
And claim no treasure in sea shelf
So don’t hate my dear as I love more
I always try to come close and explore
But can do nothing for some unknown compulsions
I see no room for its discussions
I have few more months to live
The pain and trauma may end and relieve
As my soul may travel beyond and body remain behind
You may see the reasons and honestly find
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Love life and death
What good work has to do with honorable death?
Why all people should be afraid of laying wreath?
When certain things are bound to happen in any case?
Why to link it with good or bad life phase?
Certain thoughts emerge in one remote corner
Mind is workshop for such place and provide as burner
In youth times it may look little funny and awkward
Yet wise people think ahead of it and look forward
In any religion we pray god for peaceful end
Ask for guidance to lead exemplary with foes and friends
Life means very short phase and should be with little aim
Not building of tall towers and not much to expect or claim
We get puzzled with little set back or bad news
This is how we look at life and sadly view
We all know that it takes course only as destined
Nothing is harmed as thought over or undermined
I pray for bright sun on next day
I also know that darkness may be pushed away
Yet one must be ascertained of what is good or bad?
When you have handed over everything then why to feel sad?
If someone dies, we sand helpless
If someone meets with accident we stand by side with gloom on face
We practically do nothing except feeling powerless
Such is state of life if one tries to find out or trace
Let us not be carried away by hollowness of existence
You may find thousands of ready made instances
Where you want to do many things but fail to deliver
As someone else is watching you and acts as server
Come down to little aspect and give little consideration
Everything may be looking good from point of relation
Yet it is uncertain and not fine at all from any angle
Love, life and death is only known form of triangle
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No hint
I didn’t get hint until was knocked down
I failed to admit lapses until made known
It never occurred to me that I am just water bubble
No rosy path for me but only full of troubles
How long I can claim innocence?
What do I lack really in substance?
I have no answer for it and never tried
Wherever got chance I definitely lied
I remained typical human being
Always eager for monetary benefits to bring
Sang to the praise of favorable wind
Shut the eyes to realities and remained blind
“Oh, pardon me “I will often say
Meanwhile think a lot in mind and find the way
Employ another trick to dupe a person
Cheat somehow with strong arguments and reasons
Things used to materialize as per the wish
Faced no problem so far to make it fine finish
Yet there was impression that I was insincere
People wont’ come out in open just out of fear
People choose to remain away from undesired company
They would prefer some distance and avoid accompanying
It is but natural that no one would want bad fame
So I was recognized as person not desired at any time
I believe in god and do regular prayers
Still keep searching easy target as buyers
They will fall to my charming personality
I have done it several times and proved as quality
I got shock when failed in recent times
I was meeting with repeated failures sometimes
For ordinary things I was booked for crimes
I was black listed and added in the bad names
I have thought over it on number of occasions
The old habits had made it as profession or obsessions
Now time has come that I must call it a day
Move with the people and find new way
I am sure of some changes that might be coming to all
They might be consciously beaten and forced to call
Shut all the activities that were pursued blindly
And now think of good means to come up kindly
We are prisoner of our own conscience
It requires good thinking with available chance
If time allows then one must assume fine role
Earn in a honorable way and never try to steal
Today I feel restless without sleep
I ceaselessly think about failure to keep
The normal behavior expected from an ordinary person
And never adapt to a change for known reasons
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Successful Man
I wish to die as fulfilled man
Grab and collect as much as I can
Reach on top of the ladder and excel
With all the different tales to tell
Widely spread over big empire
People all over with nice words to admire
Giving top ranks among all business tycoons
Where even sun does favor in noon
I can spare little for deprived lot
As I have struggled and fought
Through out the life for peaceful living
Else there was all hell for believing
Have people not cut jokes with satire?
Did not wait for me to expire?
Was I not spent and useless force?
Did they like when finally I rose?
I did care about neighbors
As they were nice and to the next door
I proved and came out with great care
They would smile at me and never stare
I thought I will be well known by my wealth
They will come with respect to lay the wreath
I never thought of leaving behind everything at the time of death
Even thought that would have been struck with deterioration of health
I did cheating with full knowledge
It was essential to survive and manage
It was simply a mad race
It might have brought momentarily relief on the face
I had heard that only hand s may remain open
Mouth may be open and eyes wide even
Nothing to brief and nothing to carry
Yet very difficult not to worry
You can call me successful celebrity
It might have come with the blessings from almighty
I only acted as custodian and served no one
As it was to prove me as successful man
Life is different entity with some purpose
You have no chance to think or suppose
You got to act with whatever means you have
Only people watch as how you act and behave
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Good try
Ego is to be satisfied
At every stage you must be lied
Each and every law must be defied
Then laugh at others and wrongly justified
If so then it should not be groomed
If so life is certainly to be doomed
It may bring down your entire empire
Less people may remain with you to admire
You may be your own prisoner
You will be isolated sooner or alter
You will not be able to set free
You will be tied and unable to flee
You won't know when time may pass
Up to this time people might have known your class
You are most hated person but not told on face
Time may soon fix you in unavoidable chase
Try to free from bondage
Still you have time left in age
If you can alter the cycle
You can still avoid the embargo and troubles
Only brave people may be spared
Foolish people may live under and dared
That time may be short lived
Not everything said may be believed
Life may soon be reaching dead end
You will be surrounded by no friends
It will speak of futile enterprise so far
But then you have gone too far
No time to trace back and confine
Life span is already lost and defined
What ego has to do now for bidding good bye?
To come in sense before time may be worth good try
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Go-Alone
One has to travel it alone
It is like surviving onslaught of cyclone
The life has made you for what you wanted to be
Resolute in mind, independent and totally free
You can decide the destiny
Having trust and faith in almighty
Certain things you may or have not
The desperate bid has to be made and force the way out
The relation built here are on temporary basis
There are no set views based on any thesis
It is one’s own mind that has to be read
Catch the path and go forward to lead
One may lead the life in isolation
As he may not find time to build the relation
The lovely companion in life is matter of luck
The ship always remains ground and struck
You have tried many times but failed
The chances were there but not availed
Something struck to your mind and it flopped
You were not encouraged and all the time stopped
You missed the bus as it was full
You made attempt were not successful
You could get in to occupy the place
But you had no resolve to find out and chase
You waited for someone to enter life
To walk hand in hand and to be called wife
It remained a dream and time passed away
You just waited for and gave the way
It will always be good to have someone
To look after in bad time and have fun
life is not merely probing ground to make run
but make it beautiful and worthwhile in turn
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Continue normal way
Everything is going on as usual
Nothing is taken as unusual
People move in causal manner
Mix with each other and feel better
Human nature is as such and needs company
You may need some one to confide and not so many
Hence there is compulsion to create small group or circle
Where you can get support for everything and avoid possible troubles
No one knows what is happening on another side
As world has become one with areas very wide
People have moved closer with so much of cooperation
Opened up new avenues with closer ties and cordial relation
Who moves us to explore all possibilities?
When we know life is uncertain with lots of uncertainties?
Who pulls string from behind and make to dance with particular tune?
Everybody is aware of the fact and to some extent remain genuine
We can sustain the onslaughts but can’t remove
We can put brave front and try to improve
But altogether it is somebody who guides us invisibly
Forces us to act stubborn and show the result notably
It is nice place to stay on beautiful earth
A place specially created to enjoy and end up with death
No one is immortal here and leave behind everything
Yet some people forget the basic fact and try stick on for something
Let us enjoy in limited span that has been given
Let the basic threat remain in force but forgotten
We play our part as per the conscience and situation
Life is as such with us for the simple continuation
We can’t shorten the life line or increase
That idea should never enter in mind, please
Try to lift as many miserable people as possible
The life for them otherwise proved quite impossible
We live as human being and continue normal way
We confine to circle and never try divide or go away
It is once in life time chance that we are here
Think of other land if that is possible and available there
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Extreme corner
She held my hand firmly
No expressions but remained calmly
She was deep in thought and looked sadly
She wanted to say something but feared badly
Generally speaking, it is always one sided affair
Ladies suffer more and this one is totally unfair
Pain and agony kill them from inside
They have no means to retain or easily confide
I had spent very memorable moments
I flowed with her but remained silent
She wore deserted look and looked barren
I was experiencing hell in heaven
I tried to read her face between lines
She was unable to keep herself on sideline
She was about to weep with almost broken stage
I tried to console her as understood and correctly guessed
It was not all about my desertion
That was never feared and remained out of question
I am of opinion that relation must remain open and frank
But her cal composure made me to think and I slowly sank
She had never thought of illogical bond
Even though she remained firm and fond
I was from different cast and little inferior
More in age and looked more of senior
She feared backlash and reprisal
The dark clouds indicated their arrival
She sensed of some unforeseen consequences
Even though she was of strong mind with presence
Tears rolled out endlessly in mere silence
I allowed her to deplete sorrows at once
“We ere meant for each other and remain so”
I assured her with firm resolve to forget and forgo
Sometimes sentiments drive us to the extreme corner
Any good or bad things come in life later or sooner
But some lucky people get them as they wanted
And some suffer as they were meant to be suffocated
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Enjoy More
I had lot more to enjoy than to loose
Between the devil and good I had to choose
It was going to be different universe in a long way
I was to catch child’s finger in fateful days
I was criminal in all the respects
Some people were fearful of my acts
I could sense the way they would prefer to react
Something was forcing them back in fact
I am earthy man with full of lovely feeling
The criminal past forbids me to stop further killings
I saw the changes when I declined to be blind
As at home wife had delivered beautiful child
“Is the world so beautiful to live in? ”
“Can there be more losses with gain”
I was puzzled to read in between lines
But fact remained there that I was feeling fine
She was for all smile when noticed some changes
I was changing fast with resolve to manage
No more hatred and wrong acts in coming days
I held her hand with promise in distinct way
How come one factor can change entire life?
I had performed all the acts with use of knife
Taken lots of lives for the self protection
Now I have decided to go in for corrective action
Lovely child reminds me of beautiful days ahead
I want the life to be completely different and lead
Let whole world gun for my life if they prefer
But I shall stand fast and may not like to suffer any more
The child has brought good fortune
May be at right time to change the tune?
Sing a song of total harmony with relative peace at heart
No one teaches anything but comes as surprise with good start
It may not be smooth transformation
But I am at rest with no more questions
Life can be led differently at any time
Little divine grace is needed sometimes
What kind of medicine can be useful for sound health?
Can worldly pleasures bring change with enough of wealth?
I find none but yes to some unforeseen development
It is altogether blessings in disguise with slight improvement
If there was to be best place for criminals in world
Nobody would have thought it for second and turn cold
At given point of time something struck to the mind
We may be different person with all changes to find
I want no more past history
I wish not to feel sad and carry
Let it remain buried for good
I have come to sense and lately understood
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A no to death bell
No one wants to hear death bell
It doesn’t find favor or go well
Everyone has different stories to tell
No one can generate idea or easily sell
It creates fear in mind
All unnecessary thoughts get unwind
We are half dead before its arrival
There is anxiety and great upheaval
Well it has to come on appointed day
No is no escape route or way
No one has anything to offer or say
You need no worry or attention to pay
Your good work may come to rescue
It is fine with you and equally true
You are at relative comforts
It doesn’t bother you much or hurt
The end may be soon without any delay
The angels may be ready to take you away
There may be bright light in the sky
You will be heavenly abode without any shy
You have fulfilled your mission
There is nothing unusual things for admission
You have lived your life in elegant way
It was always nice to find very good day
You did whatever you could in your position
People try to project their work in exhibition
You stayed in humble way all along
No one could point out as wrong
It is expected from every person
You have to lead simple life without any reason
You change for good as per season
Words spoken need not bitter as poison
Lead the way in life as you like
Only good thought must strike
Try to be kind and generous
Spend the life like water in river and continuous
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Simple from distance
Simple from distance
We are happy and married couple
Held hand with trust to face all the troubles
Never to leave bond under any circumstances
As life had made us one by God and not by chance
Life seemed simple from distance
We hoped to sail through at once
Vowed not to mind and look at lapses
There may be many errors with full of misses
I looked at iron ups and down image of grill and understood the message
Life was meant to be a struggle with no smooth passage
Husband and wife was to face formidable challenges
Despite known ups and own in coming age
I held his hand tight and measured length
It was to be long and long horizon of earth
Quite illusive with deceptive appearance
We got to face and live with its presence
We smiled at each other and got on with good started
Life is definitely a big task with beautiful art
Even though heard about it from friends and relatives
We were firm in our stand and very selective
I reassured him from my side and promised
Life was knows to us and never surprised
Some of the things were bound to happen
Whether accepted with smile or pain even
I look forward towards sky and its family
How do they spend their time happily?
If they have romantic life with magic pull
Why can't we make life lovely and beautiful?
We are new to such magnificent start
Now I have become somebody's inseparable part
It must be my Endeavour to be faithful
As is the guiding stone to make it successful
I smile with full satisfaction
As it has added new dimension to the relation
We are only emissary of almighty to prove
That life is given to us to remain steady and move
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Nobody In The Boat
It was not me at all
How could have that much fall?
I was so resolute and brilliant
This looked something subservient
How can I look like cruel man?
I did all fine things for man and woman
How many institutions were run on charity?
They had fine display of standard and quality
I thought something had really gone wrong
The theme was entirely different from original song
The mirror had no real reflection of its own
But I was renowned man and well known
Till this time I was falsely made to believe
It was under falsehood that I presented and lived
It struck my mind that mirror is reminding me of something
It has altogether different picture for real thing
Even though I had escaped people’s attention
My conscious was there for its mention
It spoke gently when I was facing mirror
There absolutely no misjudgment or an error
The mirror was reminding me of impeding danger
I was about to face ire, rage and anger
People were trying to know about my intention
I was fool not to catch nerves and attention
Was this a stern warning to mend the ways?
Was it some signal to remind me of going away?
I thought of it and decided to shed the double life
How difficult it was to live on the edge of the knife?
It works on no particular principles
You may find many followers or disciples
But the moment their goal was over
You will be left alone to find the shield or cover
I laughed at the mirror impression
Though I was same but left me with depression
What would happen if I am dragged and made scapegoat?
I will have no shore, no friends or no body in the boat
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Nobody on the boat
It was not me at all
How could I have that much fall?
I was so resolute and brilliant
This looked something subservient
How can I look like cruel man?
I did all fine things for man and woman
How many institutions were run on charity?
They had fine display of standard and quality
I thought something had really gone wrong
The theme was entirely different from original song
The mirror had no real reflection of its own
But I was renowned man and well known
Till this time I was falsely made to believe
It was under falsehood that I presented and lived
It struck my mind that mirror is reminding me of something
It has altogether different picture for real thing
Even though I had escaped people’s attention
My conscious was there for its mention
It spoke gently when I was facing mirror
There absolutely no misjudgment or an error
The mirror was reminding me of impeding danger
I was about to face ire, rage and anger
People were trying to know about my intention
I was fool not to catch nerves and attention
Was this a stern warning to mend the ways?
Was it some signal to remind me of going away?
I thought of it and decided to shed the double life
How difficult it was to live on the edge of the knife?
It works on no particular principles
You may find many followers or disciples
But the moment their goal was over
You will be left alone to find the shield or cover
I laughed at the mirror impression
Though I was same but left me with depression
What would happen if I am dragged and made scapegoat?
I will have no shore, no friends or no body in the boat
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Never a burden
Life was never a burden
Something may occur all of sudden
We continue despite all that even
Life cart is always to be driven
One may be lost or bogged down
It may be wrong on his part or fault of his own
You reap for what you have sown
The tree may also be same way grown
What do we expect then in coming days?
Wait for something unexpected and stay
Or face the challenge in whichever way
It comes and pushes our destination away
Despite all odds we have to maintain
Balance with way of life to sustain
Relation with nature and people around
New bonds with sweet relation is to be found
In each day there is something new
New hope with beautiful eyes to view
Only some art lovers can find and see
Otherwise it is always there and for free
We find everything very near
In our support without any fear
To take a new leaf and start the carrier
Scale the new heights without any barrier
Let us strive for new thinking
Let our ship never face sinking
It must float on the water to time to come
Daily new passengers in it to greet and welcome
Life shall move with some ups and down
We may wear sometimes lovely crown
But mind first it will be our own efforts
We shall be the one sailing boat to the port
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Take You On Peak
There are so many things besides
Deep meaning and insight provides
Flowers and their fragrance spread all over
Even if provided no cover
Do roses need any introduction?
Do the words need any recognition?
Absolutely no if they are properly conveyed
If not then people may guess and stay dismayed
Words have power and strength
It has variety and can cover any length
Spoken or silent carry same meaning
Where it goes then there is point in winning
Words are reflection of stable mind
No where you may have deviation to find
The work is done as per promises made in words
There is no going back but only to look towards
It may have desired effect
Even if not put into act
There is somewhere hidden fact
Words make it forceful with tact
Rest of the things eyes score
People can read clearly therefore
Face and mouth may act together
There is only adding of feather
Love the words as they are spoken
They are not mere gesture or token
Once out then can't be taken back
As there may be lot more at stake
Think and then speak
It may otherwise make you weak
Speak firmly and then stick
These all quality may take you at the peak
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A Wise Decision
The moment you think of giving up means a wise decision
So far it was unproductive, contentious and full of indecisions,
what made you to change the opinion to come to the conclusion?
When you were so sure previously for its inclusion
it is always wise to change the course in between if journey is threatened
you may face disaster and consequences if the course is not shortened
your ears should as sharp as dog and eyes as like as an eagle
you will face no danger even while passing through jungle
You must have third eye to see and think about impending danger
Your course should not be diverted out of fear or anger
You must think about it with cool mind and with some calculation
It should never be blown off out of proportion
It is healthy sign of strong person with determination
You have ship’s course and guidance in action
The storm can ground the ship at any time without notice
You will no time left to think it twice
You have, as I said earlier, enough of guts to steer the course
It is test of an astuteness and ability to move ahead with force
The storm may remain for sometime and wither away later
But think of leaving ship half way and consequences as leader
So it nice to stay in race but sign of wisdom to leave in time
No one may point out right decision if that goes wrong sometimes
The adventures and journeys can be aborted if feared with failure
But wisdom will be to purse it till end with guarantee to assure
Many may disagree with contention but “fortune favors the brave”
You may heroes welcome if you succeed in life saving
If people are brought safely to the shore with safety
You will be honored with all the thanks to almighty
It is human mind that reads some unforeseen events
There are some unpredictable and unfortunate moments
Life is another name of uncertainties and luck
We must have courage to withstand before being struck
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Life and Death, How Ironic
Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.
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A shy boy
I wished to be a shy boy
Stay at home and silently play with toy
I was hesitant to mix with people
Yet it was nice arrangement without any trouble
I offered no hurdle of any kind
Yet people took it seriously to mind
I grew with enough of concern
Now it was their ire on me in turn
It was causing me internal pain
It was wearing me out and causing drain
I rebelled and thought of repelling attack
As if something was aimed at or at stake
I was not feeling sorry
It was causing me no worry either
I had decided to counter the move
To rise to the occasion and prove
I thought of running away
Keep aloof from people and stay
In isolation with no connection
Study with sincerity and put into action
I do believe in luck
But it won’t help if you are struck
You will have to cruise and reach the shore
Even if it is disabled and needs to anchor
I believe in destiny
But loose to crowd like many
I loose the patience and hastily act
It makes people to gang against and react
One must stay among and fight
This course seems to be very right
You may certainly find the light
When bright sun appears in sight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In The Name Of People
In the name of kind people who aren't hopeless
The people who are looking for bless
In the name of people who have a great self steam and a great view of life
The people who help other people to be alive
The people who respect each other
People who learn to not bother
In the name of people who had pure tears
People who lived a life full of fears
In the name of people …people who will stay
People who are strong in their speeches, they don't say may! ! ! !
In the name of people who believe what is disgusting is LIE!
People who haven't seen my tears tonight…I'm going to say good bye.
In the name of people, the people of a forgotten place
People who stayed strong, even with their blooded face
In the name of people, the people who are dear
People that will cry, will laugh, but they don't betray, with their pure tear
poem by Ellias Anderson
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