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THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY ~ Contemporary Poetry Anthology ~

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Written By:

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Author/Poet: Santosh Kumar Biswa Email: santoshkr4545@gmail.com Mobile: +975 17632608 Country: Bhutan All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or in any language or by any means whether electronically, mechanically, photocopying or otherwise without specific prior written permission of the author/poet.

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BICMA Reg. No: 100000733 ISBN: 978-99980-891-0-5 Cover Design and Layout: Santosh Kr. Biswa

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This Anthology is Dedicated to All the Readers of this Book, My Dearest Wife (Ganga Biswa Diyali), My Sons (Avinash and Ayaan Ceyone), My Daughter (Alisha), My Parents and Parents-in-Law & My Relatives.

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“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility" (William Wordsworth)

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“Poetry is the spontaneous aspect of a wandering mind that reveals truths and emotions in the words of a poet, in an explicit manner.”

(Santosh Kumar Biswa)

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"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion" (T.S. Eliot)

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Contents PREFACE ........................................................................ 1 My Peace Train, where are you gone? ............................... 3 My Dark Lady .................................................................. 5 Come back ........................................................................ 6 My Father, my Mother ...................................................... 8 The Road to be taken ...................................................... 10 Let us sing oh! Nightingale ............................................. 11 An interview with My Granny ........................................ 13 Smile .............................................................................. 16 Women ........................................................................... 17 Call the Dove .................................................................. 19 End Terrorism................................................................. 21 People are Lost ............................................................... 22 Spark .............................................................................. 24 If you ever desire to spoil me .......................................... 25 A contended soul ............................................................ 26 Sink for those Wretched and Famished ........................... 28 Wake up ......................................................................... 29 My Head teacher’s graffiti on the wall ............................ 32 Cultural differences......................................................... 34 In my Mother’s Womb.................................................... 36 I am a Prostitute .............................................................. 38 Time - you will follow, never Me .................................... 41 This Valentine ................................................................ 42 Gazing upon your unwind Dreams .................................. 44 A Tree asked me a Question............................................ 47 Good forever................................................................... 49 Teacher: The Great Influencer......................................... 50 Who is to blame? ............................................................ 52 You are Unique............................................................... 54 Beauty and Mind............................................................. 55 Immortal Soul ................................................................. 58 IX

‘Yes’ or ‘No’ .................................................................. 60 The Judge ....................................................................... 61 In your dream ................................................................. 62 Concentration ................................................................. 63 Until the End................................................................... 64 Beauty ............................................................................ 65 Educate your child .......................................................... 66 I wish all to feel the way I act.......................................... 67 To Doctor Seasons .......................................................... 68 Goodbye Son .................................................................. 70 If you say ‘No’................................................................ 71 Heart or Mind ................................................................. 72 Mind you all. Wake up all ............................................... 73 Sex with my Diary .......................................................... 75 Here I curse you.............................................................. 77 Not me alone................................................................... 79 Desire: Not of Nature but of ugly Men ............................ 80 In you I reside, deceive me not ........................................ 83 If not you ........................................................................ 84 Complain not to stay smart.............................................. 85 It's me your tongue.......................................................... 86 My Prayer to God ........................................................... 89 My Mind, go Wild .......................................................... 92 Time ............................................................................... 93 Journey ........................................................................... 94 The Little Puppy ............................................................. 95 I Wish I have a Dream .................................................... 97 Reflection ....................................................................... 98 I salute .......................................................................... 100 Tears ............................................................................. 101 Love and lovers ............................................................ 102 The Rhythm of my Heart .............................................. 103 Infidelity ....................................................................... 105 For your longevity, I shall resist .................................... 106 Wise. Unwise ................................................................ 108 Wake up, don’t behave in such way, father ................... 109 X

Eid Mubarak ................................................................. 111 Oh my tears! Oh my mother land! ................................. 112 You dummy fool ........................................................... 114 Complain not to stay smart............................................ 116 My guilt: My generation ............................................... 117 Oh God! Why do you let them Live?............................. 119 Wolf in the likeness of Sheep ........................................ 121 My beloved Teacher ..................................................... 122 Wash me ....................................................................... 124 Poetry ........................................................................... 126 A Blessed Priest ............................................................ 127 Love at a Distance......................................................... 130 With no Beshrew .......................................................... 132 The Cat and the Dog ..................................................... 133 Suicide .......................................................................... 134 Hell............................................................................... 136 Until Death overrule ..................................................... 137 Voice of a Stone ........................................................... 139 What Should I Do? ....................................................... 141 Fill them the Wisdom of Life ........................................ 143 Almighty God I am, I’m afraid...................................... 145 O Friend of Mine! All’s Friend! .................................... 147 My National Anthem .................................................... 150 A Patriotic Man ............................................................ 151 Cypress, my name is ..................................................... 153 My Teacher................................................................... 154 Friendship in the blue sky: ............................................ 155 By droplet I come by, let me feel the Joy ...................... 157 Blush your Heart ........................................................... 158 A Piece of Advice ......................................................... 159 The Unfulfilled Ego ...................................................... 160 Love - The Symbolic Soul ............................................ 163 The Unseen Day ........................................................... 165 Out of the infidel mind, you lust.................................... 166 Cockcrow ..................................................................... 167 The Song of my Childhood’s Happiness ....................... 168 XI

The Contentious Expedition .......................................... 169 Death ............................................................................ 171 The Way to the Heaven ................................................. 172 Value of Literature ........................................................ 174 MIGRATION - Haiku 5-7-5 ......................................... 176 LOVE - Haiku 5-7-5 ..................................................... 176 YOU ARE - Haiku 5-7-5 .............................................. 176 WHAT IS NEXT - Haiku 5-7-5 .................................... 177 DISTRUB - Haiku 5-7-5 ............................................... 177 SKYLARK - Haiku 5-7-5 ............................................. 177 FOR LOVE - Haiku 5-7-5 ............................................. 178 OH DOVE! - Haiku 5-7-5 ............................................. 178 BUSHEL – Haiku 5-7-5 ................................................ 178 PEACEFUL WORLD – Haiku 5-7-5 ............................ 179 WOODS - Haiku 5-7-5 ................................................. 179 LOVE - Haiku 5-7-5 ..................................................... 179 TO JUDGE - Haiku 5-7-5 ............................................. 180 WASTE - Haiku 5-7-5 .................................................. 180 NATURE - Haiku 5-7-5 ................................................ 180 DOOMSDAY - Haiku 5-7-5 ......................................... 181 BIRDS - Haiku 5-7-5 .................................................... 181 SOIL - Haiku 5-7-5 ....................................................... 181 LOVE WHEN ALIVE - Haiku 5-7-5 ............................ 182 FUTURE - Haiku 5-7-5 ................................................ 182 LIFEBOOK - Haiku 5-7-5 ............................................ 182 BONELESS TONGUE - Haiku 5-7-5 ........................... 183 LOVE IS AN ART- Haiku 5-7-5 .................................. 183 STRESS- Haiku 5-7-5................................................... 183

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PREFACE The word Poetry is derived from the Greek word “Poiein” which means, “to make.” Poetry is literature in metrical form that resembles beauty and the evocation of feeling. It is the expression of human thought in a musical form that involves figures of speech, rhyme, and rhythm that create ideas and feelings.

This book contains one hundred and thirty-one Poems that cover a wide range of themes. This book will encourage a productive exploration that feeds the confidence of the readers both to develop their own responses and to read and enjoy poetry in the target language on their own.

The rhythm or the images conveyed in this booklet may not appeal to some readers. They have to choose the most appropriate one for their own taste and interest.

I hope that the reader will find this book a delightful source of inspiration that stimulates their reading habits and makes reading a pleasurable pursuit.

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My Peace Train, where are you gone?

Oh, my peace train, where are you gone?

No zip in you I see, you seem reluctant, Wake up now, time is draining out of hand.

Let us not lax our hope, but strive and seek And let those dormant wake for their roles, Much awaited to build this world once again.

Global mind, we sh’ld build, out of their walls For an equal planet beyond the community.

Oh, my peace train, where are you gone?

Like a sinking star we shall yearn in desire For those rugged ones of untraveled world That lack in mind the equity and social justice, So that, what the world is facing, to know Then shall they have empathy for others In fairness with better choices in speeches For an equal planet beyond the community.

Oh, my peace train, where are you gone?

Our purpose is alive, it's not too late to act For a world free of racism and prejudice To build another peace train of our variety Until the last man, that passes over and over 3

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Among unwashed, never to mark differences, But for positive differences where they exist For an equal planet beyond the community.

Oh, my peace train, where are you gone?

Before it's late, let us not waste, better we act Among all, to cultivate the mind of positivity So that everyone behaves well with nature.

To stay away for squandering that harm But preserve it for the generations to come.

About the world, with curiosity to find out For an equal planet beyond the community.

Oh, my peace train, where are you gone?

Steadfast to mend the mind of those rigid.

Forever in them, to bring forth a willing heart As their machine to act, an agent of change, And their role as a global citizen of values.

To create a sustainable world full in respect With greater responsibility, never to yield.

For an equal planet beyond the community.

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My Dark Lady Beauty is something that I can delineate, O my dark lady, not from what is enunciated.

Upon looking at you in blue, I resolve, Beauty is an art that's perfect in itself, Idyllic - not yet a single lewdness to trace, Beauty is you, and in you I have observed it.

You're higher than the gorgeous lady Diana.

I smell the rising tempo beneath my chest, With pride you gaze, a heavenly smile to see.

A lady, as voiced in words, as an angel's song, In a motherly way, the hug you gave to allay, Leading me to the place that I long to travel to.

I await the same night to bechance, And to glorify the mind that starves in love, Not like yesterday, you came and departed.

Let it not be a nightmare you only arrive by, Dismiss the night to subdue the day for me, For I long to trumpet in the world in concert.

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Come back How jovial I was when you came into my life.

Vividly, I call up the pledges you made, That of lasting dreams, until our death.

But today, where are those pledges?

Oh dear! Whom shall I impugn, you or myself?

Maybe I shall, do me, because I dared you a great deal, More than myself, with all my creeds.

Maybe in her, you grasped more dreams than mine, So young, with her splendor, just on her skin, Not like me, so much older and no more the charm as of before.

Dear! Not for me, but I plead for the kids, Do that not, they scream for your love now and then, Is that your incentive, being the father?

Your blood they are, for I see darkness in them.

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How can I manage those two innocent ones?

Half you possess, I can’t share all, Yours is more valid than mine, since they strive.

Glance not at my face, but on my heart, It decrees your appellation and theirs.

No more could I see, tears in their optics, As I perceive them perishing in your absenteeism.

Come back, oh dear! Long not for another, Here I promise, to do my best, Happy and alive shall I retain you, Forever, let us begin from where we did, If not me, for your children, come back.

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My Father, my Mother My father, my mother, Why not, am I allowed?

To sing with the Blue, Green, Red and all That’s blooming just outside my windows, With its leaves as tender as the morning sun.

Attractive nectars it possesses.

The right time, for a child like me, To feel it and experience, Not exactly inside this four, odd walls.

My father, my mother, Why am I suffocated? Do that not, Set me free out of thrall.

Like a free bird, I yearn to flee, To judge my inner self, of good and bad.

Many say that you love me, Merely, I say to you, you don’t, Cause’ am being teased for what I can’t.

Nothing other than these walls, have I known.

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My father, my mother, It’s over, my heart is bleeding.

Be just with me, and set me free.

Here, I open my hands and pray, Let me control this world, merely on my palm, That I can see all over, and point the right.

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The Road to be taken Many diverse roads in an account, You and I, who possesses often, miscarry And be a wrong travelled in choice.

The matter that was by hand misguided, Through the open door to bring in the reality.

And the mind so selfish, declares at ease, To hypnotize and enslave for Old Nick, Blind in thoughts not of the reverent kind, To pick out the road often occupied by many.

So undemanding, perhaps the lenient one, Blasé in nature and often cushy at hand.

One among is arduous filled with spikelet, Industrious the mind to be, diligent in itself.

At all though it sometime be entrammeled, Often some stumble to get back off times.

Hardship and pleasure interject at times To chew over the goal, you are determined For the choice never taken by mankind.

If at all the choice to rule over good and bad, The thorny would bring differences in all, Although grueling, eternal bliss are in favor, Forever, not that of inferno, but of peace ever To uprise in bliss never to repent thenceforth.

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Let us sing oh! Nightingale Oh! Nightingale, marked for the nocturnallity, Allow me to accompany, come closer With tones that never were so penetrating.

You aren't the same Nightingale of Keats, So different you sound, that of bridges, With emotions so plaintive and sorrowful.

Like my melancholy, you seem alike Seeing all those present happenings around, Vividly, pleading people with vicious thoughts, Whose melancholy you once made yours.

Let us sing together better in tones this time To reach those unreached ones - so harsh in deeds, That we be able to conciliate them purely, To heed and atone of their wrong acquittal, Already committed, for the amendment of their futurity.

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Let us not catch one’s breath until we live up, Like a river flow for the pacification of actus reus.

And then that, our strain be an agent of peace That curves people to create another Troy.

Let us be as pleasant as the song of Cupid That flourishes not hatred, but love, Not merely to the loved one, but unloved too.

Than our tone be as Hercules as before, With the character of unity for a better tomorrow.

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An interview with My Granny Like the flight I boarded over the dim sky, Firmly escorted through an eternal ray by Angels, For an interview just fixed, a day earlier, About life, with my granny who left long ago To know, before my soul goes forth my flesh Or so the whereabouts in heaven in advance And the provision to make for a better voyage.

In a large hall, like a queen, I saw her waiting With a longing heart to meet, heavenly dressed, Besides her wide setting, she made me sit.

Much younger than ever she came along, Her cheeks so tender and eyes cheerful, Never to believe her character when she left, Out of old age, fully exhausted even to walk.

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Glad I was to know about immortality, to gain Upon the call from heaven in total equality.

When one second, I recalled about hell.

No hell as such created did she reveal But on deed in life’s book the position created For good the best and bad the hard in chores Like on earth based on status people held.

Upon my query about her kin on the land, 'Happy I am upon me being picked up by God For I can see at a glance at all not as before, And in advance can address the troubles.

‘To save you and my kids,’ said she with a smile, 'More than what I did when with you wholly, And even to hear about now and then.'

The private chamber in heaven, she pointed, To indicate when in melancholy she resides.

In it, the golden bowl lies, of tears she poured Upon seeing us, distressed among one another And sinning in secret with an envious spirit.

'Distress me not, tell them, by such in you, But in action, love to share,' she exclaimed.

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'Shed no tears in memory of my demise For it shall distress me to break my mind To praise to our Lord in merriment and live.

Better pray for yourself and me for peace.

Although I am not physically, in spirit I am there, Never to part from eternity to eternity,' to me, To make me realize about her existence.

When I spread my eyes wide open, I gained the soul that went to meet Me on the bed, to make me ponder what I did.

Thus, the departure from flesh isn't an end.

In fact, it's the rejuvenation of the stages of life, Aside from endless desires and sins at hand That distress oneself and God in heaven.

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Smile Behold, a smile - it costs nothing, But does hold high in regard, Higher than the commands Given by kings and queens, To whom thou art employing for.

It shall get their humor a good start, It shall make them bury all strains, It shall get them to append the colors in their life, It shall make manifold new bonds among others, Then only happiness shall flourish, And keep multiplying day after daylight, Until the last man, so fortunate.

Let not the smile be an option, The matter, forceful in nature.

Thy own happiness, it should resemble, Then shall thy smile be connected, To acquire the heart in front of thou, In better bonding end to death.

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Women Gone are the days To undermine and suppress, The one who takes the pain, Most dreadful ever existed.

Women, I call them with admiration, Without whom the life would end.

Salute, not only to those Who marched in protest And fought for the country.

But, besides the one who strives For you at places away from parents.

Salute, not only those Capable of honor, of their deeds, And for the position they held.

But, besides the one who sweated Not taking care of their own self, but families.

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Allow not your mighty eyes to fix On the labor of women of all kinds around.

By doing so, your kingdom may fall, And your fate may find place on fire, Never to wake up again, once acted.

Let them not be dupes of an object in order, Better give them the right to endure, With women's right to peace and surety, With more attention in respect of a kind, And fix them as your equal partner.

Let the world be the better spot Free of gender inequality and prejudice, Satiated with the cheerful face of freedom To express with the head high.

Never to perish for what is to be acted.

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Call the Dove Over the meadow, I wondered to claim Defeated within, thwarted and baffled in mind Out of thin air a dust leaf ran over the cheek, Kissing gently to pull my mind beatifically.

Pursuing to see it, glanced I, at a lily so bonny, Like a naturalist as if to draw me in its beauty.

Forthwith my mind floated like waves into it, My eyes as an usher to feel other of its kinds And pleasantly did it surmount the sorrow I had.

Alas! I saw an unusual wood lying beneath.

Gawkily, I dragged my eyes for a tighter look.

It started with a plea in melancholy to deal.

Among many, it was once the dauntless.

It kept me spellbound, tears wheeled down, Black bile resurrected in me back to initial, Like in the land of Xanadu, Coleridge versed.

I hit a willow, my shelter, then to be eroded, Besides me, the genus Salix for a troupe.

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Then call a dove, above me, on the willow, With its heavenly strain, so mellifluous, And its dance, so dulcet, that pleased me, And the lily as yoke fellow to overrule all, As potent as a hooting owl of death.

Ever again, I shall run to the willow and a lily And call the dove if melancholy be with me.

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End Terrorism Fight the battle as hard as the brave man did, A soldier, you're who holds the world in your hand, Tirelessly, to end the terrorism that tortures.

You'll be Meleager in the fight, I know the past, Even the angry soil leads your side, to relieve.

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People are Lost Who is the maker on earth Of those creatures that liveth?

Is it God or the conception of Science?

The moment to pause and ponder by all.

If ever it is Science that created, Heaven and hell, how come it existed?

If ever it was the creative activity of God, Why are people selfish about themselves?

Is it for politics that matters religion Or of personal interest to brag and drag?

To realize the fame, innocents are victimized, The moment to pause and ponder for all.

Look, Noah - the preferred one of God, Not only went in with his family alone, But a yoke of all animals, God did order him Into the boat, away from hazard to pass off.

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Why are they not concerned, why only them, Of those chosen descendants of God as well, To fight the battle for heaven among them And prove, not the one not of their kind?

Is it meant for human alone, why not animals?

Where will those innocent go, they'd think.

Or, Is God partial about heaven and hell?

They are to quit, being selfish and call for all.

People are lost, Science subdued their minds, Vague in faith, they blabber around for profit, For God hates the selfish one - ignorant in mind, Thus, they are to preach them, not only fight.

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Spark Spark not at a mortal who reacts With sinister mutations at a glimpse, To provoke with all the negativism Hatched in nous due to clipped feelings.

Best you agonize the verity and initiate Not with a swelled head, but a spark in mind, And negotiate the icky to consent the dandy For better engender with full acceleration.

Fugitive, the life is, ease up the sparkle With haunting love like a fulgid rainbow, Away from profane affairs, being spiritual And have merriment come along In your oculus and those nigh you For an amended life, not of envy, but love.

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If you ever desire to spoil me If you ever desire to spoil me, Fuddle me not by granting wine.

That draws me to addiction, Away from you, in the land of dreams, To love you in the manner you desire.

If you ever desire to spoil me, Spoil me not by passing me cigarettes That pull my lungs weak To breathe well and last long, So that I can love in the manner you desire.

If you ever desire to spoil me, Spoil me not by running me all the junk That makes me experience obesity, Out of stroke I may fail soon, Never to love you in the manner you desire.

If you ever desire to spoil me, Better spoil me with your passion That leads me beyond the skyline To make me an addict of you and nothing else, With all the enchanting love forever, Perfectly in the manner you desire, Once into it, never to separate thereafter.

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A contended soul There, could I see, a contended soul, Dejected within, owing to human foul.

What type of blessing should I label Upon the bare earth, seeing him fall?

Until his last breath, would he be striving, Tormented within with the hope to survive.

The exhibitors in his eyes made him bathe, And the pain, wuss and rejection to set.

Look, empty he is, with no grains and roof, And his last rusted bowl is his proof, Of his unendowed life with humanity, Around, with those riches with plenty.

I could hear him vividly though mute, The wants that all desire to compute.

Just see, there he lies with a longing mind, Of colorful rainbows, and feasts to find.

But, with just few, left for the next, With another hope, under the pretext.

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Common, all, who stare at, be merciful, Don't simply show sympathy and be wilful.

Better, spare some from what remains in you, And, let him feel the rainbows, and in lieu.

Make him your part, let him mingle, To forget what he felt, toiled when single.

Then shall we proclaim, the godly deed, In us, for our present deed in action in need, To pave the way, until our last breath, To be welcomed in heaven with wreath.

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Sink for those Wretched and Famished Vie not to exhibit your mellowness To adopt your state as lofty as the Everest, For the nuclear dropping ample measures And those futile ventures to elevate.

In lieu, sink for those wretched and famished, And more of their sort, out of courtesy.

Train no further trooper, ample you possess, Rather than, upskill those forlorn ones, To brawl not in a skirmish, but for penury That hushes the bowl until they turn dry.

Proffer them with tackles not with mortars To vivify the dirt and raise what you need.

And so, all the coevals shall advance Not to relocate but to thrive where they live.

Hold them to burgeon first your tillage To salvage, to prepare your dirt prolific Never to erect the huddled urban thereon, For their security never to starve again.

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Wake up Excruciate me not, any longer dear, I can't withstand - am bushed - fully wearied.

I gave you, the optimal solace anytime, At the toll of my ail, you asked.

Wake up now to spare me, and you yourself, Sense my anguish and actualize once, How far I've locomoted to allay you.

Once, a while ago, you and me were alleviated, But, not now, in my instance.

It is ‘cause your desire inclined, And had no time to reckon and mull over.

Think back, you'll be chaff as I flounder, It's you, who can keep me steady, nothing else.

Intend before you be latish for life, Instead, let your sibs be my arms, As you did, let them not battle.

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You racked me, so did I use a dark mantle, O'er me, to protect myself. But you, Alas! Have to strive, every now and then, For you made me weak at present, And I can't give my all, to protect you, As I had acted before, so lovingly.

You retrieve me, when you sweat, And throb and long for my tears.

My vitality is gone, I can't cry on time, Nor, give you the warmth, when you in need.

Therefore, deliver me, to save your generations, Give me, not that, I can't stand.

Instead, lessen your desire of wanting, And hand me the thing I need.

I want to fancy you sate with green desire, That aids me, taken away by dark mantle, To have me serve you evermore for life.

Or else, I should admonish you, right now, Goofs may hap right at your threshold, And, me sadly just gandering at you, With my broken wings, never to aid.

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Wake up right away, don't sleep, rather start, You still have, in hand, enough time.

And then that, our bond stays evergreen, Like ere, and hereafter, with pleasure.

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My Head teacher’s graffiti on the wall Early morning, in front of the still assembly With six hundred eighty heads facing down, Yield, my head teacher so furiously gazing Who without quetch doesn't get satisfied Every single day, from the start of school.

His frustration, more unique than ever After his first ever rhythm in the campus, Filled with wrath upon seeing the graffiti On the wall towards the right corner Of the school toilet, so nasty and horrifying.

The bulging nose and saggy hair in it, Reminded me of his untimely remarks.

Both its eyes facing North and South, And a black stain on its shiny bald head Reminded me of his disorganized schedule.

And the round face that the graffitist made Reminded me of his anger so wild.

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Quite delightful I was when I first viewed it, On the inscriptions who made earnestly.

Merely, he wasn't because it wasn't appealing To dirty the wall unevenly in cruelty.

Often, he asked, ' Who did it?' so harshly But, the answer he got was the giggle.

All those values he gave went away When everyone dispersed for classes to begin.

Quietly he paid the second, fully unsatisfied, Sticking out in front of the graffiti he referred.

Every part he visited, found himself in it, Of his manifesto so clear like a mirror.

And appreciated the graffitist in his head And concluded, 'Change for change’s sake.'

Astonished I became when fell my eyes on him, To see a stone melting like the glacier, That flows till the base so gently, And the power of the graffiti, although ugly, On the uncommon place less visited.

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Cultural differences Although same features we carry, You and I are of different cultures and ethnicity.

Yours views and ways of life aren’t similar to mine, ‘Cause you belong to the East and me to West.

I should know ‘bout you and you ’bout me, in-depth, Then shall we progress with a better bond, For progressive cooperation and collaboration.

Let us make our own sides strong sincerely, But, never to debate and point at each other, So as to uphold our identity and mentality.

Let us not criticize one another’s beliefs, But, respect everyone’s moral codes, So as to strengthen ‘Moral Relativism.’

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It is us, you and me, who can make the difference, To mold our existing society into a vibrant one.

Listen, criticism multiplies enemies, But, reformation and wise acts in oneself don’t.

Thus, let us all change for change to bring, For a better society tomorrow - that exchanges peace.

To make the land that we live on, a heaven, And avoid all the differences that we have within.

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In my Mother’s Womb Nine months, in the tepid castle of tenderness, I live.

Around me is the gel-like world, I treasure it as an affable spot to swim.

Nothing distresses me through my tenure.

Dearly, I’m being loved and cared for, then, I find myself a queen of the heart.

With all that delights, I stroke here and there, later, I experience the greatest earthquake, around me, in my jelly world, so, I abide quiet for a while.

My sixth sense prompts me at times, of all those obliging words in the best mandate with love and care, the people pat.

I know nothing but could sense, from the progress, I could experience.

New competences, during my tenure I acquire, Of music, languages, and characters, mending me permanently, for my life yet to come, different from the world that now I belong.

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I cry, when my mother cries, I dance, when my mother sings, I sleep, when my mother sleeps.

Happiness to me is my mother’s glee.

But, my blood rushes, up to my brain, so hard, when she is incensed.

Not only my introducer could I sense, but also my elegant sisters and brothers, sharing love with me with voluminous alacrity, throughout the day and the night.

After nine months, when it is done, in the New Strange World, I land up.

Neoteric experience I gain, of patting and caring, because, so dearly, I am being loved.

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I am a Prostitute I am a prostitute, yes, I am, ‘Cause it is you, you, and you who made.

Out of your lust, you made me to believe, So did I, and gave you my all.

But, in the nick of time you went away, And you and you too, leaving me incomplete.

Whom shall I believe? What should I do?

No choice in hand than to sell my flesh and live, ‘Cause my parents left me and my society too, Not that I am bad but, because of you, you and you, And gave my name, a prostitute, so proudly.

I do it, not out of choice but for my livelihood, ‘Cause you made me an object of rejection, Which can be used for a while and then not.

I am bartered and tortured so mercilessly, And become valueless when with them, And I behave at their will ‘cause I am paid for it.

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On my bed, I shed my tears when alone, Thinking 'bout all with love and life.

Like you, I too would like to have a home and kids, But, you, you and you vandalized my life, And pushed me into the darkness, Washing off my happiness forever.

Tell me, who will take me for life?

Neither you, nor you and you would, ‘Cause I am a prostitute, an object to pay and use.

Neither do I have values nor am respected, But, I do myself and will do until I die.

Enough now, don't spoil any more, You, you and you already spoiled me.

Not with your lust will you make promises, But, with truth in your heart, shall you and only one, For a clean world, not filled with, one of my kind.

Your blood, should you remember, Before you think about lust, So that your instinct can control you, And no more prostitutes be born again, Out of such a dirty play with the life of anyone.

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Think not I am a prostitute and saying it, But, think that these are the calls from innocent girls, Before late, they befall like me, even your blood.

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Time - you will follow, never Me The melting time, so quick and steady, Never does turn to guide those left aside, Held fast to its own mission to accomplish.

The stiff time, so inflexible and disloyal, Never does it obey the master of change, The tempo, unique of its kind to affect.

The selfish time, so serious and sedate, Never does empathize over the hardship faced, In this youthful age of balance and delight.

The egoist time, such a bummer and devil, Never does wait, nor carry the fact ahead, For youthfulness is fading so rapidly.

The malicious time, so genome and spiteful, Never can you see me hurt, being the slave, For I'll show, malevolence in me as a master.

The envious time, so jealous and wishful, Never will you overcome me, ever again, For I'll ensnare you, you'll follow, never me.

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This Valentine In love, I wish for this Valentine, To make promises of thousands of bonds, Between you and me, until death, And of love, different than ever earlier, In a lifetime, to label it as a symbolic one.

Let it be, not like the kisses and hugs, And just an unstable merry making, Made before, so ordinary and alike.

Let us be different, to make it different.

We shall dissolve totally in blue, Unlike others, at least, not in lust.

Let others make promises, So youthful, with their wine and dine, So fragile, that last for a while.

Let us create a more promising one, Which no one’s done, right before an altar, With no lust or wine or dine, but, With the binding of our passion in an orison.

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Heaven would be our witness, And scriptures be the guide, To lead us to the new height, So gross, with rectifications in us, In what, we flushed it before in chunks.

Let us see about each other more, Blanking out the unacceptable one, And taking in with new insights, Thus, for greater love and better tomorrow.

Let our valentine be surrounded by candles, And songs be replaced by chanting, Then shall our love be an immortal one, So firm and stronger than in front, Alive, even after our last breath, in Eden.

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Gazing upon your unwind Dreams Weary I am, listen, you, all those hearing me.

Here I stand ahead, not with a delightful heart.

In dejection I exclaim, pay back my sweat And all the span I bestowed for felicity.

For your cause and the demesne, I strived for, So uniquely for the life that counts forever.

The second I call with hopes to fare, Every nook and cranny in mind of trust, Even dispensed equally of my felicity, Not just for those old or young, even you In hope of blooming the soil I desired.

But, all seems a waste of time and vigor, The thronos before me seems Armageddon, In the chamber it lies, a lackluster, so palish And my nous somber to see those younkers.

Not just blooming like an aimless knight, With blur eyes, ‘cause they dig their sweat, For deadly fruits that hide in the flame.

Look beyond, my comrades, and my head, Innocents were they, but traversed the limit.

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How can I appear with such a weary face?

Being deluded, my instinct bleats high, Millions of fingers at my roof that never was, My demesne is rusting now and then.

My dearest ones with their deaf ears, Delivered me with treachery at this spot, Whom I ever consider a ruby in my territory And left I vex to worry about the life that piles.

Count, how fiery my limbs and my spirit So pallid, gazing upon your unwind dreams.

Count at that dahlia, no charms in it, I find, And my comrades so heedless in travail.

Why upon my torrid, you plainly stare?

Better be out with your instance attempt.

Let the day after be like a peacock in vanity, To let me adorn this golden seat rightfully.

How its philia be restored, you know it well.

Rush in authority to redeem it from failing, Hold not hell to rule them in your presence For you're my own and in you my hope rests.

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The promise of Eden is in my mind to make, And you all my fairies - the courier of peace For better land to create, free of vexations, Forever, life after life, even if we go forth Humble in spirit, being a useful white knight.

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A Tree asked me a Question In dejection, across the lonely jungle, As a dark cloud, I roved over to repose In a desultory manner, on a winding course, To find, where my melancholy could be concealed.

Over the body, my pelt erected, eyes runoff, And my mind too rampant to abandon, When tout de suite I glanced a crowd Beneath an old tree, of pale Safaris, Dolorous and tearful in the gentle wind As though wanting to convey to me gloominess, Not of mine, but of their own agony.

As an escort, I drew nigher to associate, But, the dropping tree above seemed doleful, Who asked me a query, so wakeless That varied my mind with wild mentation.

He averred, "What measure I've, you know not, In solitude I live, few we are, the rest are gone And, mine is to remain forever not yours.

You tend to be dire on what can be done, Maybe love or blood you are pensive of, That comes and goes, but which are not mine.

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I may flow at any score; the day after or now, And less they are, my generations are gone.

In you I find my melancholy, not my blood, Alive you and yours are, look at my kind.

I live by you and you by me, you care for us not, Better be sorrowful when we turn few, For your coevals may feel the way I do now."

In bliss, the frantic in my pump replaced, To help them well and dance with Safaris For the pain I bear isn't ageless like theirs, So, I released my pain for better hope to get.

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Good forever Thousands of words you utter, You maybe everyone's best today, But, if one from the thousands is bad, You would be remembered for that - one.

Like the sound that travels through the waves, Across all the mountains and oceans, Until the last horizon, it keeps traveling, Touching the sentiments of all you know.

Back again, when it bounces upon you, In thousands it comes; right into your heart, Pinching deep, not even can you realize, What blunders you have made in disguise.

Better stop, or spell to keep the heart upright, ‘Cause if you don't, you'll stay good forever.

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Teacher: The Great Influencer How great I feel ‘bout my subsequent parents, Ever since you came into my life, You showed the right path with wisdom, Teacher! The Great Influencer you are.

From a great teacher like you, Good and bad, I am adept to magistrate, Right and wrong, and justice and injustice, In life, encircled with malevolent doers.

You prejudiced me not only to cram literature, But also ethics, a huge impact in a youth’s life.

Not even the water, wind or the sun can quiver, ‘Cause great work it is, the ceaseless influences on me.

Your influences taught me to be humane, Not only to the people at large, But also, to the animals and nature, A huge difference you have made in my life.

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My role model, you are, I should say cheers, As you shine above all the rest, ‘Cause you made me read and write like you, And influenced me to be like you.

You are the best of the best, So, accept my cordial gratitude, I’m indeed blessed to have you as my influencer, Who inspired me to dream and changed me personally.

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Who is to blame?

Days aren’t the same as our forbearers had, The sky they had, that was pleasant, So pure the rainfall for the yield, on time.

In warmth they stayed whenever cold, And cool when hot, no machine to employ.

Barely did they see any cataclysm occur And never did they suffer by any means, Nature being so kind, as they did to it.

Oh God, why then what we catch today?

The sky seems rude yet not acquitting well, Wilder has the only sun gone day after day to us, The air to see mercilessly, to trade us badly.

We sweat and shiver - unstable the weather is, The climate, so episodic that changes mood, But umteen tragedy to find out right ahead And nature acts exasperatedly with us.

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Who is to blame, the reality is well known, Often we sing, but not in action we address it, On its way, angry nature soon casts us out.

In time, we are to act, but being wise enough And be with the conditions our forbearers had.

Not to regret ever after before it is enraged.

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You are Unique Let people equate in any substance, Have them say anything they wish.

You are unique in your own peculiar way, You throw your own specialty, That no one can grapple.

Deviate not, cohere to it in any account, Better drill in you than calling about them, To base high so that no one liken, And vex them to confront their inferiority, With their eyes wide open to regret.

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Beauty and Mind Upon whom shall I bestow?

My eyes or my mind, for the choice, For if I prefer my eyes, my mind shall object, And if my mind, my eyes shall not traverse, I’m in a dilemma to end with my conclusion.

Ever since she walked-in in beauty, Onto my wheels, me alone on the paving, The miracle overruled me, upon her beauty, And my still eyes just on her, nothing else, Equally if, heaven befell in front of me.

Her gradual movement towards me, With her thin wet lips slightly with eagerness, And her inviting dimple right on her left, Pushed me to wonder, with stars solitarily, Together with sweet melodic lines around.

Speechless I became, upon her silky threads, When they swam through my face, so gently, And her rapid smell right into my descent, That took my belief out of my psyche, With no notice to my mind before muteness.

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Before my sixth sense alerted me, Like a gentle breeze, she nabbed me.

Her thin warm arms round my neck, And her slim leg on my waist or so, And her lips interacted with my brow.

Her motions controlled my hand to seize, To depict her, closer to me gently, And my lips on her chest, to unite.

'Honey,' she whispered, although unknown, In the middle of her act of emotion.

Thoroughly throbbed, I pushed her a while, To stop the engagement in the hand further, So, as to compare with the second opinion, That lingered in my intellect from within, And claim the chance, henceforth, in life.

My mind warned me, “Be aware of flesh," And my eyes prompted, “Go ahead dear."

I remained boundless, to opt for her or not, Anyhow, I asked, "How do you do this?"

“Dearly, am in love," she said in politeness.

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Her voice pricked me, about her staying near, Only the previous day, in a street motel, With her voice aloud, in the hand of another man, Thus engrossed, the same manners today, Very genuine and serious, never to doubt her.

With realization, gently, I liberated myself, Unlashing the door, failing out of my wheels, To close, it is not by beauty alone, But, character too, one should consult, For life ahead, ‘cause beauty kills the mind.

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Immortal Soul Salute to those on the battlefield, For you strive not for yourself, In anger or with self-motives, Simply, purely to protect your kind.

Here I proclaim, a holy man, I call you, Destined by god to protect humanity.

Your judgments, as pure as morning dew, Never to care for self but for other, With sleepless night and bowl empty, Hunting for those, the unkind ones, Who, just for their self-motives take The lives of innocent ones, with no grounds.

Those arsonists, upon their death, Not even eagles shall accept, ‘Cause it takes the flesh, pure in blood.

Merely, you be taken directly to God's home, For your God-like motto, to redeem, With grand welcome, filled with amusements.

Your soul isn't mortal like theirs,

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What stings right after the useless heart.

It shall represent the same in heaven's gate, With the same chest as high as the sky, And the same motives, with no deviations, Double the pride you have on earth.

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‘Yes’ or ‘No’ The most ticklish portion in anyone's life to conduct is to say 'No' even to aliens.

But, e'er saying 'Yes' erstwhile will put one in a state of affairs in life so crooked to wield.

The spirit should be substantive, take it earnestly, whatever the subject, not always to make someone glad.

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The Judge The Earth is but a stage, Out of sincere concern be made Full of hope in it, until the end Of soberness in the act with beauty.

Many performers to stick through, Redeemer - the judge to extend, The reviewer in himself so pure, The best to be adorned finally, Forever the immortal crown of victory And the final stage of routine thereafter.

Rest be left apart for their unsought act, Under the sun forever to plague, Not of the likeness as expected, To let ruefulness grow in judgment, Of late never to win the crown again.

Thus, praxis to be patterned by all For better act to perform that bring ease, In oneself through constant drills, To print scripts never to draw a blank.

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In your dream Somewhere, I heard you call, Out of pain and dejections in mind, At a crack.

Maybe I am the reason and my love Who is miles away.

Although, I reside away from you, Here I decided to come in your dream To measure your pain and to wipe Every droplet your eyes emitted.

In your dream, I shall come and add All the happiness you long for To fill in the gap that resides in you With comforting hugs filled with my passion And make you as green as before, Just like what you were When we signed our bond.

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Concentration Concentration, Concentration, lend your eye and ear and mind, when you are taught in class.

Concentration, Concentration, lend your hand and pen and eye, When you are asked to write, Concentration, Concentration, close your eyes and ears and hands, lend your mind, to find what you are taught, and asked to write, when at home.

Concentration, Concentration, repeat the whole thing day after day, to build up habit and practice, then you shall be the one, who can hold the world at once.

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Until the End Work on your step flow until the end, Up to the point where your dream resides.

See not to East or West, neither others, Take heed not of any bad, but purely be focused.

Selfish world this is that praises you less, Dejected you become and rejected you feel.

But, the one who walks on their goal, Earlier or later brings it in their hands blissfully, To suffer at a height in cheerfulness, Just for your sake, and for creation, With the tongue of a tiger to proclaim, Not of others, but of your own chest at top.

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Beauty It is not the question of the beauty, In the eyes of the beholders, that stays.

It is the question of the beauty, Behind every painted face, that hides.

We know not, behind every painted one, Can reside, the infidel mind, so untruthful, To grant you the unglorified love, That comes along so sweet at first, sour later.

They are an object that everyone plays with, As it is caused to appear so charming Not by characters, but by flesh.

Beauty should be from within, Purely exposed, without an infidel mind.

Like a ruby, an object should be, Isolated, so holy and with pure action.

Thus, beauty should be something that fears, Not men but God. Then shall you encounter the actual one, Something worth to spend a lifetime with.

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Educate your child Educate your child Not for identity alone and for status and riches, But to furbish up the mind for a better person to go.

Educate your child Not for your society alone where you dwell, But for the societies beyond, for a better citizen to turn.

Educate your child Not to share happiness alone Among the people in your country, But among the realms beyond, for a better human to go.

Hence, if you do so, Then shall I consider you as, A true man in humanity Born to barter peace in a small way for a big universe.

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I wish all to feel the way I act My flapping heart outbursts in rapid tempo, Furs beneath the skin tend to be restless That make my eyes open wide around, To foresee in mind what isn't acceptable at all.

Waves on the shores tend to be untamed, No mercy can be found out anymore in them, One time the mind they set, they execute it With no barriers among the rich and miserable.

Lazy seasons, forgotten to be punctual , Uneven thro' destructive mind they appear, In their hands, deadly weapons they hold With no mercy to show, but to make us earn.

I wish for all to feel the way I act and realize, I alone, I can demonstrate to be worthless, To calm down waves and make seasons happy With our free heart to preserve nature and all.

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To Doctor Seasons Astir in the elevation, crystals seem dim, Trees faded overhaul by dejected winter, The tides intensified with its accretive ire, The space, the tabby on its very nature.

Tepid wind replaced around like the tabasco, There isn't choice to cope up any longer.

Timid the soil, gander thwarting so long Timidity within the displaced source.

Who are to be christened or to be blamed?

Shall we to those rippled climates or men?

The greediness that arises for comfort, And senseless acts, are they to be faulted?

Before the dirt immerses let us hook on it; Being devout to the one who feeds all, To add colors to those fading foundations And for gentleness putting more of it.

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Let us remove that which we are covered with; The azure to see and to doctor seasons, To stop forever the chaos we are to attend And avoid tears on those faces that smile; The smiles yet to come out of your passion.

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Goodbye Son Long journey at hand to travel and subdue Through envious, thorny paths, To seek, Away from hardship For joyful ends to get Not to yield But realign again, Goodbye son.

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If you say ‘No’ The old man sank back down on his bed Before his farewell from his breather, Laid his hand on his master's hand, And asked, "Where will I land when I go?"

"I don't know what God knows But, you can ask what God calls for With your mind to yourself," replied the master.

"What does God call for?"

God asks, "Were you jealous at any time?

Did you hurt anyone at any time?

Were you envious at any time?

Did you speak against anyone at any time?

Were you lustful at any time?

Did you ever tell a lie to anyone?

Were you the lover of worldly materials?

And, how often did you pray and repent?

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Heart or Mind Hold your heart - be open Everyone tells, not reasoning what it is for.

Angry heart, yours is - some even point it out, Not keeping in memory, Pumping hemoglobin its utility is.

Heart or mind – some even confuse.

What do you say? Is it the same with you?

Control first the mind and the heart afterward, If not done so, the rain may fall, And erode you until the limit of that furious salty ocean, Leading you to end life, with that of stress, As hot as lava in the core and melt you like snow.

Sweet will be your heart if sweet is your mind, Pressure not the mind, for it steel your heart, That let you fly high in the sky like a swift, To enjoy all the beauty created by God. Thus, be good with good in mind.

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Mind you all. Wake up all Mind you all, those staring at me, Fully in dejection I stand here, Looking at your face, as pale as weak buds, To proclaim about the mistake you made.

Who is to blame for such changes in you?

Is it me or you, once filled with selfishness?

And now with your head low, to seek.

The fruits are bitter, bitterer it would be, If through heart you aren't considerate, To mold it back to once it was, long ago, Then shall you get, what your forefather got, With blessings, not like the one you hold.

Await this, lifeless it is on my hand, And all around you, so alike, like in the tomb, With unbalanced sky and its belongings, Never to know, the time it should be with.

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Wake up all, let the tomb shine in freshness, For it too strives, the way we are today.

Let us not create another Noah to stop.

Our faith relies on its position now and then, Not of sins, but of actions we should be with.

Immortal it is, for you made it mortal.

Give one from you, it shall find millions, Then shall your kind be delightful again, The fruits of restoring its mortality.

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Sex with my Diary You may be awful seeing me overdriving, And doleful beholding me jaunting miles, Over your torso, me with a ball to act.

Vex not, Oh diary! Only a mighty pen it is, Straining to make love by my master plan; To bump out how a raft you can balk on me, And to weigh our love that my mind directs.

Your dullness slows down my dippy nerves And may deviate my mind at this junction That makes us worthless, nothing to reckon.

Cheer up, let emotions flow like the warmth Between you and me, never to regret later.

I am not close to what you are sensing, It may be wrong the way you are right away.

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Be positive, let me in and let us savor; The perfume of love we never had before.

Let me have sex with you sincerely, let me do, Pouring out the bouncy feeling that rises, And then that you and I become immortal, In love, that everyone living can claim back Upon seeing our effort that never was.

Even though I take leave from this exile, In you I will be surviving until you’re dust, And you as my manifesto to keep me alive.

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Here I curse you Alas! The mightiest pen, Here I curse you with my bleeding heart, And call you, selfish you appeared in need, In this poetic hand filled with imaginations, Ready to catch the beauty of its kind, In words and words of my fair lady, Through inscriptions in this paper, Worked out of heart and soul, purely mine, To grace it with her lasting beauty, And to give her life afterwards - even death.

Here I curse you for your mightiest pause, Not even four could I accomplish in lines.

So mean you appeared, jealous and envious, Of my love and her beauty, so captivating.

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I should have cast you in the dirtiest gutter, With all my curses to make you rust to break, But can't as her love does not permit for such.

As her beauty so precious, you too for me, ‘Cause you're the gift I received of tender love.

Better, let us barter, the thing both wants, So that, you serve yours, I mine with ease, Not with pause that brings alterations, But in smoothness for gentle flow of mind, Than shall I be able for perfect capture, That last for a generation to come, when I go.

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Not me alone Although, one whole I make up Me isn't me alone, I am barely one third of me ‘Cause another one third is my wifey And rest my Almighty God. Anything I assay in life to depict, I should be steered, not me alone, But with prior approval of the other two thirds, To safeguard myself, for eternity to eternity.

What is good and wrong, my wife spots For better bond in spirit with all walks, And do's and don’ts, my almighty directs For safe way, towards the eternal doors.

Me alone, making endurance can alter, Any time with unconsciousness in mind But, collective motives prosper in me, Thus, through love, for better casts.

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Desire: Not of Nature but of ugly Men Every pollutant that constitutes the air Isn't caused because of itself, But, is caused by the shellfish desire, Not of nature but of ugly men That liveth in the land.

Upon the selfishness of pollutants In retort, no remedies of men shall work.

Nature, when it reacts back with its Revenge, Harsh it would be, with no mercy when pled That doesn't weigh rich or poor in history.

The composure in it isn't its tolerance But, the time given, to change and mend And the faithful observation of their deeds.

‘Cause changes in men is what it awaits dearly For betterment of both and lasting creation.

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“If you say 'no' to any one of those, You will get to the place where most foes With harsh welcoming into the way Fully adorned with skulls and bones Got off with fire upon the dark room Filled with a musical scream of all at a time Of sorrow and pain in agony.

Nothing to sit on but on the boiling oil With a number on your chest made of fire, You, waiting for your turn to come."

"But, if you say 'no' to all of those, You will enter into the space of grace, Where only the chosen one turns With grand welcoming at the gate of hope And in the room filled with beauty and honor.

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And immortality be the badge provided For doing what was asked when alive."

"Oh! God, a blunder I have made in disguise," Said an old man and closed his optics.

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In you I reside, deceive me not In you I reside, deceive me not, With your mentation not accepted.

If ever I endure to dissent from it, You shall be reprobate eternally From my love and abbot.

In you I reside, deceive me not With your lingua so hellacious.

If ever I endure to dissent from it, Your praises upon me won't be taken For my love and abbot.

In you I reside, deceive me not With your illicit views, so salacious.

If ever I endure to dissent from it, Your eyes upon me will be precluded For my love and abbot.

The God I am, of you that domicile And what I occupy in you, discern it To hold it clean as in scripture I said Or else, permit me to bequeath To seek for the heart, that is so gross.

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If not you You may attain success a while When you're into a stride to alleviate.

But when it bounces, thorny it shall be, Double to you that can't be carried.

If not you then, your sibs shall brook, All those plots for you cause it Upon an innocent, so committed For what is not, you made it done.

Curse, you shall catch with the naked, Upon you or yours when it gets And shall be nasty like those angry storms That eat away everything that is made And take to the desolate place where you begun once.

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Complain not to stay smart No human is complete other than God, Neither you nor me, in all facets of life.

Thus, stay smart, but not overly smart.

Complain not 'bout things when you aren't pure, Perfect first yourself to perfect others.

If you are, show your best object lessons.

If you do so and blunder yourself tomorrow You'd face more than you made from many, The criticism back into your own typeface.

Favor the goodness than a mere mistake And further so as to make them realize For better relationship and boost.

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It's me your tongue I am, who I am, and it's me your tongue, The only portion, boneless and flexible.

I possess no boundaries or limitations And I keep sledding until you cease, to sin And share the compeer share you hold.

Let me spell a few to forefend muteness To not to be a worthless witness by and by, Of you and the God who dwell in Eden.

But, if you let me overuse it all through, I shall be a fool for a multitude in words Rather, few it should be without blabber To vindicate or confess the verity within.

Use me, but never to testify as a liar And salvage me from bearing false attest Of your neighbor and heaven together.

Use me, but never to gossip or backbite Of others, to discord who aren't in front.

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Use me, but never to take tales in motley Of others, so hurtful with added spices.

The same as a wound deep inside you, It divides minds living together in passion.

More on more, let me not curse anyone, With the dreadful poison for ungodly deceit, And not be the victim of curse from above.

Permit me to not be an object to pierce, Like a blade deep into people's heart.

Rather, let me be the sword that heals Filled with immortal grace of gentleness So that, you and me be in heaven's tone.

Flatter not to expose your proudness Of knowledge through me to divulge, So ungodly, to stand high with authority.

Rather, be carried away in spirit, Of love you should be proud of, in speech, To be a similar kind all around in purity Ready for judgment day to fare.

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I am, due to your kernel, so abundant.

Permit me to not be the fire that burns And be a virulent poison that destroys.

Better use me in the way you should, And be on the course you would, Never to misuse me for safe bonding.

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My Prayer to God Believe it or not, but, I do believe in you, The universal Creator and Director you are, my only Savior.

You control us from evil deeds, scheduling us the peaceful means of life.

You let us shine in all walks, without any apprehension in mind.

You salvage us from all evil, and show us the moral path.

You let us be aware in all walks, with valiancy built within the mind.

You are our mother, who gave us life, to live and to believe.

I pray to you every second, as you are the ultimate way to heaven.

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You gave me a father, you gave me a mother brothers and sisters too, to love me and care for me.

Always, I feel like meeting you and talking, sharing about the ways of creation, not of life, but of the love we get, for I love and follow you deeply.

O God! Where are you now?

Let me know you and feel you, the Creator and Director I regard you as, of all the beings living in this earth.

Your little image eases me a lot, fully relaxed, forgetting the past.

I feel like doing the best in life differently, to give bliss to you and to everybody.

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Teach me and show me, the way that I should take, so that all beings are satisfied, as, their contentment is my prayer to you.

Let me deal with a pledge, my death in your name, I prefer, with lots of ease and peace, to be forever in heaven beside you.

Give not only to me, but also to all, to those less blessed with wisdom, to those spiritually not in a state, the blessing, to mend them to be good.

Fulfil my dream, the only dream, that of peace in this mighty world, of love and togetherness among all, where love will flourish, with no war.

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My Mind, go Wild My mind, go wild when many are in use, With their swift tongue, some sustain, Some busy picking apart, never to count back.

Those deuce-ace cursors owned, barely seen, But, before the ego hurts, they assert boldly.

The biting louse, they see so vividly in others, Ne'er can they see bold elephants grazing Right on their heads, larger than first seen.

The rampant mind, gradually overrule them, World being stingy, selfishness lives in all.

My mind, go wild, blank in its rhythm, When I scroll, my oculus to canvass upon.

In the beholder's eyes, they are the nugatory And be the subject of the matter, for prattle.

Not that we affront genteelly at any account, But to advocate any of that kind implicatively For the same ramp, to assemble together.

No one other than God is pluperfect, When in the flesh, we are subject to pull anyhow, If not today, the foul-up, at any space of time.

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Time Let death whang at your threshold, Or quietly fare and bid for you whatever, Do by life ere you induce to the cemetery, So wise this fugitive journey without balk That grants you no rue for what is done.

The time at hand won't await but you should, ‘Cause when it dies, it goes to ne'er turn back, Not like the darkness that comes and goes, But for its new accomplishment before That leaves you behind wholly incomplete With burdens in mind that cannot be undone.

Neither is it the sinking star that returns Nor the colorized seasons that keep passing, But it's a golden bullet that travels eternally.

A stride you lay off, two it motile or greater To let you breed with those undone ones, Never to hitch again, but to tot to the raw.

Walk in its tempo to make it your prime, With plans in your cerebral fold to complete, Or just the designs that you can exhibit well.

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Journey Travel anywhere, go anywhere, Be it the difficult one or the savage one, At times, it should end but with a lesson.

An aimless journey is not a journey at all, Just the sudor and hardship be spent, That adds no imports in anyone's life.

The journey is to be worthy of the time passed, For one’s purpose in life is what counts, With right destinations and reasons, Filled with priceless lessons to pervade, Of hardships, joys and moments - so unique That adds pleasure to the society you live in.

Cook it a slogan, 'A Warrior of Change,' To induce the difference, in whosoever met, For a better tomorrow, away from conflicts, To alter all those evils and save those innocent.

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The Little Puppy Jogging through the park, I heard a bark.

A Little distance more, up to the shore, the same little puppy, seemed to be happy.

Resting on the rock, I saw the puppy making a knock, near me on the ground, curiously at a round.

Out of love, I flew to the shore like a dove, to fetch the water, and to relieve him faster.

Because it was the little puppy, who seemed to be happy.

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Taking to the house, to war against the mouse, made me blissful at first, but took away all my thirst.

Crossing all the edges, took the last drop of milk from my fridge.

Thinking through the day, enforced me to take it up to the bay.

Again, I jogged through the park, and made it to the bark.

Like the same little puppy, I found, but, I was time bound, to take it away from home, and put it inside the dome, to get rid permanently, and to live happily.

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I Wish I have a Dream I wish I have a dream, so unique A dream of change, a dream of magic With wings to fly all around as I bid And in my hand a magical wand With powerful incantation, nothing else.

And may I be engrossed, in my dream to modify, Not to call a spirit or devil, but to call the man, Where with an illusory feat, I conjure the trick To change man on earth for a better drive.

I wish I have a dream, so unique A dream of peace, a dream of love With my wings, I, flying all over for magic And my wand forming a peace train of man, Singing and spreading peace and love all over And I leading them with my magical ability.

At the end, I dream myself standing with pride, On the crest of the Alps, so contented in mind, To see all around, the halcyon igniter glowing.

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Reflection Excitement wasn't an excitement In the foreign land I was confronted with The untold story under the roof Aside from where I resided in hope.

The walls around appeared as a tomb, Light the smoky, horror entry.

My lamentation, like a swift back home, Gave me Rhenish and more to accompany.

My dream shattered and hope blown away.

The buds I planted lost their colors In a wonderland completely unknown.

I stressed a bit, but my brain emptied in it, My joy got its stride in a mansion of bottles.

Later a fourth night, like a rising sun, My mind woke up from the gravestone To remind 'bout the life it should travel.

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I reckoned the wastage involved in my deed And let obstacles happen for reasons.

In Ulysses's costume I rose from the tomb And with Dante's mind to strive for the race.

In my fight, I made prayers my weapon, And scriptures my healer for the victory at hand.

Acceptance of reality became my goal, Giving up what I had excepted of tender buds, Whom I dared a lot in the lawsuit of love.

God gave me salvation of what I had dropped And took in those buds ready for the spring Making me so sweet, fresher than earlier With ample realizations to reflect back.

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I salute How happy I am to be a medalist, In the land, not so far, not even near, But within the boundaries that I was born.

So blessed and delightful am I, For an explicit acknowledgement of my commitment.

Here I salute, with my sincere passion, To the King, the country and the people.

Though I am away, but shall remain in you, And shall come back soon with the same intent, Not for my own self but for you, To help you tread into the next rotation, With my small donation.

Here, shall I preserve your love in the land afar, Not on the wall or in the form, Merely, in my spirit, the safest place ever, So that I am not drifted away from your love ever.

What I am today is what you are, For you cast me as fine as a pure diamond, And then, I salute you again, For what you have done for me.

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Tears Dear love, drown me not with sorrow, For if you do, my bosom will suffer.

Those in your eyes create omens, so tough, That don't fit in your enchanting cheeks.

I don't envision reasons for tears for such, For it's just a waste for you and for me.

Better shed the tears of merriment To make me feel mature, free of vexations, So that, I can accomplish well before I rejoin.

Wish me well with your delightful lips And permit me be accountable for your tears, for every drop that you’ve poured until now.

With my lasting love I shall replace your pain, Upon reunion with the tears of happiness, Never to invite such darkness, forever.

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Love and lovers What is there in love, Filled with sweetness of speech every now and then?

For the sweetness doesn’t last long, Once it is broken, never gives its sweetness back.

It should be met with delight, With little added bitterness in it.

Hence, to enable you to have a reason, For another new love, the next day to come.

The prolonged sweet words cut deeper, When hurt, never to heal again.

The continuity, as it doesn’t possess, Of that of the new love, born again, Bartering the negotiation among two, With that of the recognition of the mistake fixed, Better love than before, for a better tomorrow.

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The Rhythm of my Heart O fair lady, at last, I'm done with the rhythm, The heavenly beat when palpated so closely, Of its words, crystal in nature and vivid.

On you it proclaims me, I never got along, And made me agnise the action I had failed.

The ever first, in loudness, yelled at me of love That I had failed to give and you be deprived of, The freakish brain to halt, minutes too less, In abundance, to flourish and never to cease, Not of excite, but to ramp up flesh and blood.

The second, admonished on my pattern, Not by lusty mind to cuckold out the box, But to laud the beauty already in hand, Postulating the mind to manifold kinship That God loves, never to breach again in love.

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Beats echoed on; beyond the circle of the mind, My fluid as a messenger over the streams, Rich in words, over and over to notify, And to keep in words never to bumble, That everyone takes it upon making from me.

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Infidelity The infidelity in you isn't you It's your verdict that guides unconsciously Behind the relish that already subsist.

You take pleasure today for an unassured tomorrow, Better, be in love already at hand For infidelity once caught only worsens.

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For your longevity, I shall resist Behold! Stay firm, don’t go away, Not so far the days are, to be with you.

For your longevity, I shall resist.

To do away with that golden ball, That permanently puts you away, I shall talk to the mighty gust, For the chilling breeze, that keeps you awake.

I shall ask the stagnant clouds, To be there, not to let that golden ball in.

Thus, shall you stay tranquil?

Not always, but at least a while, Till I return, to feel your ever embrace, So then, you and I be together.

I like gazing at your coming above, With a vibrant tempo you come and settle, In my surrounding, so pure, with nothing to see, But, only you, so refreshing and so delightful a charm.

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Let me come, and then shall you give way, Not an immortal being I am, that could keep you forever.

But, shall again wait till up for your next coming, With the same supernatural bliss and blessedness, The change within, with many new experiences.

Here I say again, behold! And stay firm, For the days are less, then shall you give way.

Not so far the days are, to be with you.

For your longevity, I shall resist.

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Wise. Unwise What is there in Science?

When all wise are vanished, For, it’s them, the divine one, Who could make the difference Of good and bad in human.

But, the unwise cannot, For they are the devil’s workshop, Destined for destruction, Not for peace and happiness, Among the people, just innocent, Around them.

Wake up all and rise, Let not your mother sleep, From all those causes, And save her to save her children, And throw them out, never to come again.

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Wake up, don’t behave in such way, father Wake up, don’t behave in such way, father, Say something, wake up please.

Look, I’m bleeding, look at my torso, Don’t you love me, why are you not helping me?

Be my friend now, I have waited for you a great deal.

Where are my mum and brothers and sisters?

Are you making a scenario?

People are staring at us with a whisper.

My heart is beating so fast, wake up, father, They might be fronting for us in melancholy.

Why are you so mute? What happened now?

Tell, so that I can do something for you, Since we have limited time to move and see them, Maybe they are angry and are broken, Respond, so that I may not be alone.

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Father, are you really angry with me?

Your silence will forever take away my shelter, And my beloved brothers and sisters as well.

Tell me, where shall I pass away and stick?

My life will be ruined if you continue this way.

It’s you who could redeem me from being off, From the one whom I consider the dearest.

Here I cry, because I’m starving too, Help me get the food and that loving company, Wake up, don’t behave in such way, father.

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Eid Mubarak Eid mubarak, Eid Mubarak, all my Walī, The Sawm of Ramadan has just ceased, To Muhammad, the pure loyalty offered by all, The very first revelation of the scripture.

We fasted in purity to respect those pillars, Until the sunset, to invite awaited Shawwal, In merriment, with Iftar for joyful Eid al-Fitr Being profound through chanting, in spirit.

It's solely the first day of Shawwal we feast, To mark the closing day of twenty-nine days That we spent dawn-to-sunset fasting, And say, "Happy Holiday," to all our comrades.

Let us in pride, meet all those in Allah, And chant "Eid Mubarak" on this day, To share our blessings through celebration United to glorify Muhammad and Heaven.

Eid mubarak, Eid mubarak all my Walī, Eid mubarak, Eid mubarak all friends of God.

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Oh my tears! Oh my mother land!

A dilemma, I am in, Whether to cry or not, I am in a queue.

If I weep, I watch many others around, like me, If I don’t, I can’t conceive of the losses I’ve experienced.

Oh my tears! I feel pity looking at you, What can you do about it though?

For you are guided fully by my emotions.

But, your suspension gives me pain, You better come out of my eyes, And hold my weary away, At least, I will be at peace for a while.

Oh my mother land! I can’t even blame you, You are the imitator of God’s mind, For what you are is what he believed.

You behave in the way heaven thinks, But I do tell you, to maintain the balance, So that, the one who relies on you has faith, Not alone in God, but also in you.

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Oh yes, my God! You too are helpless, What you desire doesn’t come about, What has happened shouldn’t happen.

At this stage, I could simply pray, For all, for your prophesy to be carried out, Of repenting and being your member, If not immediately, at least before your second coming.

With my prayer and your unceasing love, I do stand steed, not in a dilemma, but in hope, For the best to happen on this earth, Not according to our will, but yours, As you are the most eminent among all, Who cares for me a great deal.

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You dummy fool Why do you so patiently watch me?

Speak away, you dummy fool, Can’t you? I’m dying of panic.

Is it that I’m alone and you lead the win?

Or are you stressed to see me fight?

So foolish you are, although four, And I alone, still I’m free of my volition.

Talk to me so I can talk to you, Hey, hey what can I do?

You are interlinked with each other, Never to part, nor pass along.

Neither do I get encouraged looking at you, Nor, do you understand yourself and me.

You are not a creature with whom I can work, Nor, can I get a hold of you, afar for leisure.

That's why I again say to you, “You dummy fool.”

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You caught me crying and saw my sorrow, But never you extended your supports.

Selfish you are, and totally inhuman.

Thus, I say, remain mute forever, even longer.

Merely, I shall not turn on you again, Every bit, you never gave your side when alone.

Don’t be proud of what you are, Let me not rely on you, rather I use you, ‘Cause you are bound to your position.

Here I put my dear, one shot, On you, and I proclaim, you are none, For I will not reverse on you any longer, But on it, to ease myself, not you, For you are such a dummy fool.

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Complain not to stay smart No human is complete other than God, Neither you nor me, in all facets of life.

Thus, stay smart, but not overly smart.

Complain not 'bout things that aren't pure, Perfect first yourself to perfect others.

If you are, show your best object lessons.

If you do so and blunder yourself tomorrow You'd face more than you made for many, The criticism back into your own typeface.

Favor goodness than a mere mistake And further so as to make them realize For a better relationship and boost.

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My guilt: My generation Worried I am, Oh! My son’s son, And your sons too.

The inundation of tears I watch, In you and all, though you’re filled, With riches and your possessions.

Evil doer, I am, Out of my greed you’re ruined, And your generation yet to occur.

For my own sake, I made you barren, Bald I made, even my mother, That’s why she can’t feed you any more, Hence, I regret my intentional deeds.

Oh! Nightingale, I proclaim to you, Toss along the message to them if you live, And safeguard this little sapling, after I exit, Without rest, as I set it on the soil.

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A bottle of water, I only possess, Don’t know, enough or not, will it be, But, eternal love, I will invest in it, To give life to them with this little plant.

Worry not, Behold! My son’s son, your sons too, Alert will I be, right from now.

Drop by drop will I water, When fully grown, become your protector, And save you all from the inundation forever.

Although, evil doer, Now do I realize ‘bout you all, And your generations yet to occur.

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Oh God! Why do you let them Live?

For my end, is my innocence the reason?

What vicious act did I fare? Oh god! Tell me.

In my mom's arms I'd be, at this sextet, My father to recite a story and brother to play, But, I see, I'm at heaven's gate, I alone.

With whom shall I play, can you render them?

I catch them crying in my name, I can't resist.

Your creation, now wilder, you're going blind, No more, maybe you care for us, I’m being raped.

You have failed to give me strength to fight back, Helplessly I gave all I had, until I broke off.

My hopeless cry brutally snubs for pleasance, I kept weeping in pain, they in their foul work.

Answer me, oh God! Why do you let them live?

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Why don't you go to save those innocent buds?

If not, why do you fail to draw on them wisdom?

I need justice, my dear God, render it to me, Or else, I myself shall do, away from this gate, To make them realize when pain befalls.

They're meant for hell, why are you still mute?

Answer me, oh God! Why do you let them live?

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Wolf in the likeness of Sheep Beware, wolves are around us to attack Not in primary, but in the likeness of sheep So polite to utter, but merciless in mind.

They paint the brain through their rack, Get us hypnotized on what they sweep, Never have they allowed us, the reality to find.

We ourselves dissolve, not to realize the flak And get ripped off often times, later to cheep With a bleak mind for being taken in blind.

Hear you, rivet on what you so soon lack, To salve your own self, not again to weep Forever to disregard such a soul from behind.

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My beloved Teacher Best you are, Oh! My beloved Teacher, The guide you are and the counsellor, Abundant love of rapport you possess, Even more than any parents.

Guiding light you are of the dark expedition, To show the thorns that causes obstacles, ‘Cause right trail you show, of achievement, You being the mentor of my life.

True shepherd you are for the misled one, To inspire and to shape us, being your only philosophy, ‘Cause your labor and exertion is our shape today, You being the benediction of my life.

I decree my gratitude with the pitched voice, To a person, all molded into one, ‘Cause you made the best profile out of me, You being concerned about me and the nation.

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Thank you, Oh! My beloved Teacher, for blessing me, For all your deeds are genuine and resolute, ‘Cause you are someone so special in my life, You being more than my parents and anyone.

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Wash me Wash me thoroughly of my guilt and iniquity, O Lord! For I have transgressed all laws of human kind, And cleanse me, wholly pure of my impurity.

Hear, O Lord! My plea; listen to my infirmity.

I call on you, you will answer my prayer, misaligned, Wash me thoroughly of my guilt and iniquity.

You set them free, when they call you, without penalty.

Why not me? Oh God! Cast me not away from your mind, And cleanse me, wholly pure of my impurity.

Just one, only willful sin, proved ‘bout my disloyalty.

Uphold me with a willing spirit, don’t be unkind, Wash me thoroughly of my guilt and iniquity.

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Tried I, to find you, with every possibility.

Behold my affliction; forgive me, for I was blind, And cleanse me, wholly pure of my impurity.

Why are you so far from saving me, my sovereign?

My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me? Be kind.

Wash me thoroughly of my guilt and iniquity, And cleanse me, wholly pure of my impurity.

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Poetry Let poetry stream As smoothly as the Nile So emotionally, from your nous.

In its current, let it be solely yours Assorted than that already worked To make it a piece of your form.

Let it be, not like the one that exist Already made out of bold minds Rather let it be alone in its forms Of tones and beats within So peculiar the style it rhymes.

Let your verse be the medium With your unicity to swap Your intentions so differently With the one who melts down through Its shapes and sizes to utter Then as to remain in history Forever among the generations to come.

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A Blessed Priest Despite the caveat spark, above all, No alteration of its form, the proud rainbows took, Solely greed within and wrath that existed.

Then came the shower so hefty, The rainbows couldn’t resist to stand firm, So was washed, not being with the commandment handed.

The poor boatman watched over the sky, So clear it was when done, with new brightness within, Upon glancing down, was like a carpet grass, and then fresh.

He multiplied when the days multiplied, Along with his selected mate, those inside the boat, Alas! The same rainbow took its form as before, With its new outlooks and of greater greed.

And so got a blessed priest, so holy and virtuous, That Lazarus thanked most of his deeds, Not with wrath as before, but with eternal love, To paint the rainbows with new looks in them.

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Twelve, who were blessed set for his commission, Along with him, for the eternal life that was promised.

More rainbows took new shape as pure as before, Like the snow so white, with his miraculous deeds.

With fear in mind, exclaimed Herod, “No, I am the king, not the priest.”

So to subdue the priest, plotted the persecution, Then was a priest arrested, to fulfil; his egotism.

Poor priest, bitten and nailed said nothing, But thanked and subdued the things he yearned for, And left Mary and all, from the tomb, three days after, From where he came, to make a better home for those rainbows, So that they glow as bright as the sun forever.

Forty days and forty nights, he spent again his time, With his followers, before ascending to the Promised Land, To assure, he is alive still, that the rainbows remain white, And gifted the grace, so that it doesn’t fade, Forever, to remember him and the one who sent him.

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“Neither desire for wealth nor do worldly things make you pure,” He proclaimed, “But the pure in heart, it does.”

Then he appointed Paul, with a commission to speak his middle, Till he came back the second time, for the judgment to add up, And to reach the new world, unlike the present.

The rainbow took its new form, after his temporary release, Upon seeing it, his eyes bled, not like on the cross, So he said, “I will wait till it is all right, then shall I come.”

In melancholy, he peeped through heaven, To see the rainbows free of greed and wrath.

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Love at a Distance Far in the distance can I see a crescent, ravishing glen it is where the dusk had flourished.

A white diamond of love does it expose, calling me with its unique excitement.

Upon browsing it, could I image my love, like a red rose, spread in the crystal pond, calling me from a far distance, among all, to make love that never was.

I tried with a blare, many a time, to forget you for a while, but couldn’t.

It’s since a year in the foreign land, still I sense your discourse beside me, just in my ears, with endless lexis to express.

Let not your shadow be the wall, that separates me from my lifelong continuity.

To feel that moon should be my accomplishment, the new image in life with no compunction.

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For god’s sake, wait, until it is done, I shall come and hold you soon, to fill in the gap of that enchanted silent faith, acrid both in you and me, for so long.

Let the moon be your love, as I do and shall talk, enjoying the spark in it, just around us, to indicate infinite love.

Doubt not my love ever, for my love is veritable, a safe place it is in, undyingly for my dear.

Shed not your loving tears, for it will crush, with sour payoff in the upcoming days, rather smile, opening your arms wide open with prayer, for your love to come at the soonest.

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With no Beshrew Like the air carries the pollen to a new land, Time does take the youthful age to an end.

Wake up, at any gate, minutes don't wait, Your junkie does take you, but to a lousy spot.

Only the stirring remains, others be chartless And the fond regard it lacks is without philia.

Hold back the juvenility, so tender it is For it's the age to build kinship and vocation.

The time, once it overtakes, you are behind Like in the Sahara the Camel strives for thirst, Day and night in the darkened room alone And nobody to call, but the hungry Eagles.

Have your summer starve for Noesis in value Like the busy ants to store for their winter, Then your joyful autumn shall give you fruits, That surround with bliss around your garden.

The blossom, the gray snow shall cherish And winter melts your soul with no beshrew.

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The Cat and the Dog The cat and the dog, Both are cute, Both are small, And both are hungry.

Trust not the cat, ‘Cause it says, “When my owner dies, I shall get enough to eat.”

Trust the dog ‘Cause it says, “As long as my owner lives, I shall have enough to eat.”

The cat attempts to hurt, when mocked, but the dog enjoys the mock.

You have the choice, without delay, for the best.

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Suicide After the womb, the instant, life is born, The challenges, everyone should conduct, To strive for it, seek for it and to strike it up, Never to bumble, but for success that awaits.

A problem, hardship often been conferred as, Even a minute problem taken so seriously, Not by every last, but by those wussy ones, At heart, never to think ahead of the next door.

Only, I say to you, impermanent, it is, Whatsoever face, once you're on the point.

A little input, you've accomplished the next, With new challenges right at your threshold, It is those, who are feeble in heart, they fail, To melt away from life, so precious in hand, Throwing it away permanently, blank in mind.

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I enjoin you, life isn't colorful all day, The days are followed by night every instant.

Like the way you convey the darkness, Consider the problems with fresh images, With little effort from self, never to yield up.

Problems are infinite, I tell you, after death, You aren't getting rid, the soul stays on, Only the physical body that you cast away, And then then problem’s to wander in new forms.

Never can it be satisfied without action, But, your flesh does, the soul is to steer, And you are away from your dearest one, In the spot away from light, when all 're death.

Better, except the problem for new thoughts, That you civilize for life and to sympathize, And, anguish not you, the soul - your own self, And trail the life you should be in.

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Hell Hell isn't far, just in the adjacent door it awaits, The route even more seamless than that to Eden, And the gate so cordial in front of it to watch.

Cushy to endure, never to stumble anytime, Even at ease you can get hold of the track.

The caliber requisite to execute is nifty, To fend off what isn't craved by the Almighty, Anything that hurts Him and your neighbors.

But the fright inside is terribly contrived, Not in spirit you could ever undergo And the repent after ingress, so grievous.

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Until Death overrule I am not the one I was yesterday, I may not even be alive tomorrow.

I pity on my pes seeing it fag, My body fatigues due to creases.

I’m exhausted, my lungs are light, I can't resist any more to breathe easily With due elevation, such warmth kills.

Whom shall I plead and whom to accuse?

No one seems to hear me utter, But, only to permit and easily brook, Until I’m complete, never back again.

My curse upon those not prudent in mind, So manqué on self, never to believe the future.

If ever death overrule me anytime It'd call upon you for the cause I deliver.

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And, I shall trade with you too, Not so well for the pain disposed But, I shall eliminate your shelter thereof, Like what Noah saw your kind of agony And no one to be ordained as Naamah, But, make you find the pain you never had And drown you until death overrule.

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Voice of a Stone To whom do I conform?

Where do I advance from?

Please give an account, and ease my trodden sense.

Nobody hears me and feels me, but only uses me in their boastful way cutting and crushing into shapes.

I know not my parents, or my guardian, All alone, I stay in mute sclerite.

However, all around my kind live.

I couldn’t bellow, nor go for a promenade, Only thing I can do is to close my eyes.

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Think not of the pain that I hold, for it has become my victual.

Who could discern my words to care for me?

I do like to be loved, and cared for by somebody, to stop against the sad notes of my soul.

Let my sentiments be known to all, up to the last horizon, who could later change their minds, and love me until I become dust, Like to that tiny star that lives in the sky, Whom everybody adores.

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What Should I Do?

What should I do?

You know but do not follow.

What should I do?

You follow but do not believe.

What should I do?

You believe but do not trust.

What should I do?

You trust but do not keep everything.

What should I do?

You keep everything but do not tell.

What should I do?

You tell but do not write.

What should I do?

You write but do not show.

What should I do?

You show but do not learn the mistakes.

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What should I do?

You make mistakes but do not regret.

What should I do?

You regret but do not reason.

What should I do?

You reason but do not value.

What should I do?

You value but do not follow again.

Behold! Change yourself Before your behavior changes you.

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Fill them the Wisdom of Life Oh God! What is going on around you?

My mind wonders every now and then About those who are not fortunate And those fortunate, but not in mind.

I beg thee, fill them with the wisdom of life, Although filled with the spirit, so stark.

Show the way for the better world to arrive.

Fill those living, so pathetic, in slums With the wisdom of a decent life to ply.

Open their eyes to more honest living So that, the slums be made a paradise.

Fill those living in the jungle, in scourge, With the wisdom of love in life to ply.

Open their eyes to family love to depict So that, terror ends in a peaceable world.

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Fill those rich who hate the poor With the wisdom of sharing in life to ply.

Open their eyes with the mind you possess So that, discrimination ends with brotherhood.

Fill those racists who heighten his own form With the wisdom of creation of life to ply.

Open their eyes with the values of humanity So that, racism be replaced with bold love.

I pray thee, time is running out for judgment, I see, many are left behind, let them not bleat, They are thy people, alone, you can save them With your wisdom, not thus far passed on And bring into the world you created a paradise.

I pray thee, save your sheep that are amiss, So wildly they behave, wilder than untamed.

Some forgot their brothers, they should love, Some become unknown to their neighbors, Lost in this materialistic world for profit, Leaving forever the way you showed.

It is you, not me alone, who can bring the change With the wisdom, so pleasing and loving To change the world that you desired for.

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Almighty God I am, I’m afraid Almighty God I am, let me not be saddened, Let me not be an object to the position held.

Often I see you, so mean to derive my name At any account for the fame you long for, Often for the power you want to make And make the world that observes, not me.

I made, not to overrule, but to spread the love, Be it any one, to design the world, I longed for.

Neither did I divide you nor did I ask you to do, Only, it pricks my mind every now and then, You being divided otherwise, so mean with all, That exactly makes my enemy gain victory, Over you and to have my mission neglected.

Why among you divide and flow? I’m afraid, Let it be who you're, stick to what you should, But come, the way I desire not the means.

Fights among you an ego that liveth in you Not me, what's asked, but of Satan, it wants.

Come to me on any score, but not by man, Let not be deluded by the hungry heart, For those hearts do not favor only themselves.

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Adhere to what you're asked by your book, In righteousness you come and become.

Be it any religion you are in, you direct me, Just by name you confer to see me otherwise, But I am the same one with different names.

You'd be cursed, who points at any means Waiting aloof, I’m your almighty God for life.

I enjoin you, I'm your Buddha, I'm your Allah, I'm your Jesus, I'm your Krishna and all, Just the path you choseth, you see differently But, the destination, ponder not, it is same.

'You fight and quarrel, but for whom?' I ask, 'You say this is the best and that is the worst, why?'

I'm concerned, what accounts you to say this.

One who shows disrespect to others is hated, All are mine and you alone cannot be bested.

Thus, be on your feet, have me, but judge not, For judging others, you will be dealt severely.

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O Friend of Mine! All’s Friend!

O Friend of mine! All’s Friend!

Wake up; momentarily the time has arrived.

The time to boost your voice up to the top has come.

Why only sleep? Why not talk?

Heat up with deepest breath - your icy hand.

Let not death be your master, let not the stream befall from my world, for I have showered enough.

Yours fans are awaiting you for long hours, For your hands - with that of greatest deeds.

O Friend of mine! All’s Friend!

What made you so voiceless? Open the world, to see the welcoming green flags of love.

Let us dance with the smiling breeze, to show the world ‘bout our immortal love.

Doubt not for the love that I gave, Let not my blood accelerate to the highest,

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O Friend of mine! All’s Friend!

Come on! Wake up, now the time has arrived, to smile and boost the voice to the top.

I wonder why I feel something is wanting, by meaning away, maybe you’re hurting me, not keeping the vow that you had made, of togetherness -The bond of friendship.

O Friend of mine! All’s Friend!

Wave your hand - say hello, open your arms wide and welcome all.

Hurt not the people who love you, Chiefly those three little darling birds, and a lady just closest to your heart, to value their ceaseless tears.

O friend of mine! All’s Friend!

The throng demands your comeback.

Why are you inert and not attending to them?

If not that, please for the sake of camaraderie, Prattle with a word to me, bliss to all.

O friend of mine! All’s Friend!

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Leave us not alone with only your images, leave us not alone with memories of your whispers and helpful deeds.

Come back and remain in my heart - for lifetime O friend of mine! All’s Friend!

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My National Anthem So sweetly you subdue every now and then, Being so melodic and passionate at times, To cue this verdict to whom I belong, And to make me grow every bit as proud as morsels With the crown on my head and chest so high, E'er to promulgate, 'Dragon is my sign.'

The nightingale would fail when you execute, In loyal tones to call for your men, Not just in relish, but with badges of identity And to append the seasons of uniqueness Assorted than any other in the empyrean.

Every verse reckons the belongingness Of the king, the country and the people And its traditions nonpareil to the rest, With a strain of pride - My National Anthem.

Let me sing together with you and all, To testify, I'm the one with you and only you.

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A Patriotic Man You allege, ' I love my country,' so loud, 'I will do this and that,' what not things, To waste vitality away from what it should.

Not by pride on lips or in front of others A loyal man you can become - for the nation, But being unmutilated and disguised in action You can become, in the modest precise way, Right from your doors and to your society, With your benign hands always wide open To be a true patriotic man of age forever.

You take care of things beneath your roof For it is an asset for you and your land And the things around you - next to you From the heart with dedication to hold open.

Your deeds should be the pride of the land, Not merely of words but of volition in heart, To assist it in loyalty, filled with pride, For being its part and be able to pay tributes Until the last pearl of blood that dries up.

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You sustain your eyes open to be observant And to appreciate well, what it has and does, At all times to even sacrifice for its goodness.

You never are ignorant of its cost, or else You're optimistic in the attachments you have, Never to step back when it is not at ease.

You're aware when and how you pay to it, Never to take and cheat but to do heartily With extreme devotion, never to repent, And so shall you be called a patriotic man Sent by god to serve and love so uniquely That not all can do, but the chosen one only.

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Cypress, my name is Cypress, my name is, the cutest I am, among all.

An ideal figure I have, and magnitude too.

I lead everybody to fall upon me.

My semblance, perfectly catalogued in its best order.

My structure, with all those fragrance giving leaves the thin branches, I have.

I ease people not only with my beauty, but also with sacrament.

I do treat natives with my tricky extract too.

You should salute me and say; One, Two, Three, Four The best, you are, among all.

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My Teacher Teacher, my teacher I come to thee with my arms wide open, To say thank you deeply from my heart, Teacher, my teacher.

From being illiterate, you saved me, From all the aspects of life.

‘Cause you loved and cared for me so much, That’s why you disclosed to me the ways of victory, Truly true, your ways of shaping me.

With my arms wide open, I come to thee, To show you, your creation in me.

What I am, is your inner ambiance’s shadow, Filled with the colors of life, simply extraordinary, Truly true, your ways of inspiring me.

Teacher, my teacher, I come to thee, with my right hand raised, To salute you for your eternal deeds, Teacher, my teacher.

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Friendship in the blue sky: The unforgettable Moment

What a strange moment, when I encountered four flowers, all were gentlemen but unknown.

I refer to the meeting of five-unknown citizens.

Time went, with chatting and meeting, of those bygone days of reading, with excitement, that of friendliness, cemented the road towards togetherness.

Blissful we were, gratification leads our life, one said, “Are we with a precise knife to incise an apple.” another demanded, “You fool, think not of that.”

Finally entered in an inn with a treaty to banquet.

Our accent vibrated after every word, with imbalance physically in our existence.

An agreement was signed for the ball-shaped world, finally, came out with our sparking.

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Hesitation grew within us towards the mass, no one agreed to appear in front, the next morning.

The time came, where we had to confess ‘bout our deeds, with our face as bright as stars in the sky.

Gradually, romance came in to our life, wandering in the land of dreams and hopes, at last, establish in our life, a fair lady each, who cherishes us truly, madly, and deeply.

Lost in the land of dreams and hopes, no comradeship and togetherness remained.

Was it taken away by our dear one?

Or, out of our own intention, why?

Alas! No meeting took place between us anymore.

The time has come to bid farewell, On the last college hour, but no one seems to be together for gossip.

All followed in our four directions, with those memories kept alive, with no words.

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By droplet I come by, let me feel the Joy Don't know what value you witness in me, By droplet I come by, down to the earth.

Stupor in my mansion thus troubles me, I bespeak melancholy that resides to signal, Of sorrow that accounts, millions of beats, The bleating of the middle of my master And I resemble the lord that shelters me.

Tiny you see, but sorrow it takes are beyond, Larger than the creation, so doleful in nature.

Not a blabber it is, what are alleged, But you, who forced so gratingly, From my seat, I came out to be a mortal.

Ere I vanish, hear you, whoa at a spell, Or my predecessor shall curse so harshly And make you to be wistful throughout.

Be in me to feel what I undergo of it, In lieu, allow me to be where I belong, Let me feel the joy like you do to stay blessed.

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Blush your Heart Let me be the one who I am, But to a part of you I belong, You are who you are through me.

Torture me not with what all you got With all these fabrications that hide my reality To produce the best in you and to be apprized.

Every arcsec I sob, I'm being stamped out, The chemic on me makes me namby-pamby, ‘Cause you pigment me to color your life, Leaving me to persist and you never know.

Assuage me from bounds that palisade me And help yourselves the same I reckon.

Tell me, who's going to blush your heart, The spirit that is thickened before others?

Not through me, you glisten, but from a ticker, So pure in fiber that come from inside.

Bounds don’t suit you at this age Thus, stay focused and set me free of pain.

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A Piece of Advice Let others do, what they can, You never do, what you can’t, You in your turn, bless them.

Let others say, what they want, You never say, what you feel, You in your turn, suggest to them.

‘Cause you shall realize, Upon getting hurt, When it’s late.

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The Unfulfilled Ego Two men both with an equivalent ego faced towards the east, marching boldly fully equipped, with weapons in hand, to bury with the design of defeating each other, just to confirm them, the one.

The land both planned to battle on fluctuated their mind with a pouncing impression, finally, took their weapons out, with a flinch with full of flank in flair, juxtaposing each other aggressively, they transcended.

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Trotted both brusquely up and down finally came to the final deed for the time to sow the kidney had arrived with flattening of earth with fleck justifying their own mark they gratified.

Time passed brutally, they counted eagerly for days to shine in green fun arises in face, as bright as the sun when the kidney is transformed into stem jovially, for judgment day they waited.

The union blared from the corner freeman you are, like a bird for your hardship is fruitless, one pointed out with enthusiasm, another voiced out loud just like me they were frustrated.

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The contenders both through same intention forced their gaze with a pale face for they understood, not through ego they gain with love, they could have worked jotting their effort jointly, they regretted.

The Love both referred to, is a fraternal bond that delights the human factually, the green should be loved, from the heart with dashing care, putting our soul jointly, with loveable friends they remarked.

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Love - The Symbolic Soul Love is a journey, only a few dispatch it, Not all can, the dream in life who loves, Although millions of promises are created.

It's fragile like a narrow glass, easily smart, Once broken, an irreparable shard it becomes.

Love should be examined in readiness, In the likeness of God's image, so unique, Committed to endeavor until the leas, Not too brisk until your real unity is signed Never to feel wrath upon a minor dispute.

Love should be of pleasant taste - pleasing, Not like the sun that comes and passes.

Like in the summer the mighty snow flows It shouldn't work, but like the flowing river That streams upon the change of its form.

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Be the sun that brightens when in love If ever it turns to be the moon - too stiff.

Better be the flavored verses like in poetry Of sweet melodies that glorify one's mind Not to add less like stars away from you.

You should be immortal Daphne, fully moist, And your lover be like the well-drained soil, Adorned by god like to Alcyone and Ceyx, Not that of Apollo and Daphne that failed And an infidel Zeus and jealous Hera.

By being passionate, glorify it like Cupid To impress, filled with desire and draw, And like Psyche of welcoming soul to lover Symbolic, that lasts forever, somewhat to utter And take an example of love that never was.

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The Unseen Day Be grateful for today and pray for tomorrow, for today or tomorrow, everybody should leave, with all his unfulfilled dreams in heart, for no one could predict, what would be the next.

Many hopes with a new dream for tomorrow, with many alteration and ideas in memory, But couldn’t - it would be too late, as sometime, has to close his eye before time.

Never pause rather execute it today, unfulfilled dreams give a curse to the near one, with lots of reason, without explanation.

If blessed with the fresh day in your life, open it with new hope and a cheerful smile, forgetting about yesterday, with the new hope of today, and pray to the god for another - the unseen day.

The greatest achievement one should consider it, for being able to see and feel the new day.

It not only eases but also bestows hope in mind, with new approaches - for the upcoming days.

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Out of the infidel mind, you lust Out of the infidel mind, you lust, Being so careless away from God, Heaven in despair, condemned you.

But, it's not late to readjust, So long to go, not like the Todd, In patience, for a judgment que.

Confess all your deeds and repent, Through seeking pardon until lent.

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Cockcrow Stepping out of my doorway every dawn, All dew in joyfulness looks upon me With its lips so full and eyes so charming To make me more delightful than the recent past Like my lady who in her sizzling spell With her touchy-feely smile opens my day.

I see in it, her love which I long to preserve Over the day all beside me intact With the feelings not to fade before the sun.

The breezy breeze teases me in gentleness, Tickling my silky hairs to make it frizzy And the cockcrow so dear and welcoming Like the way she whispers to wake me up With her digits on my head in softness That causes my mind to dance in felicity, Over a cup to twaddle for fruitful beginning.

The minutes and the sun then impinge on So fast, to end the moment so different, I grow moody for I will be apart till sunset.

While in bath, alone with water I say a prayer Cursing both, not to be the source of dissent That melts emotions at hand so honorable, But to arrive at the end of the long day.

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The Song of my Childhood’s Happiness Happy I was with all those adventurous acts, And modest victories out to my dictatorship, To be pampered so well and beyond limit.

Happiness was to hide and seek to run out, To build a castle out of mud and wet myself, And being an actor, to make everyone laugh Looking on me making me act too unique.

Profound I felt, when my elder chased me With endless request for a spoon of rice.

All in all, I was clearing my memory for today.

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The Contentious Expedition The three with same intention Came out of three directions To meet in the south for the next destination With purpose and conception Busy and anxious, the way to the north they found With eagerness and keenness for the next round Amplified their tempo, for they were in an instant bound, Finally, made their means towards the goal around.

With expectation, unloaded their put together Near the inn, through the chilly weather Went to enquire for an adjustment further, But no upshots from the prime gather.

Freezing was the darkness and their life was toughened Those made their hang about roughen With pitiable hygiene, that made the labor hardened Forced all of them, to get free of coarsen

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By hook or cook in the metropolis, establish their neighbor, And prepared their mind to reside together with this savior, Back to the inn, they went for the comfort to lay, They settled down with the feast of favor.

The host in the abode was found to be virtuous, This made our hang about dreadfully glamorous, And our expedition was found to be tremendous, With spare awareness that prepared us righteous.

Never in my life would I disregard this expedition This shall linger in my intention For countless years to go with inspiration And pass on, to the youth, the information.

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Death Death is but a second stage Sanctified by God for eternal bliss.

A stage in paradise with a dulcet slumber, That everyone gets ere the judgment.

Let death be everyone's dream To be away from all worldly probe For reunion from where we're sent, That accumulates sin when in shape.

The exit of the soul is from sinful flesh, To the heavenly room denominated in Eden For eternal life, so that we never fear evil, Away from fright, so peacefully at ease.

Fear not for its inevitable turn of time, For the flesh is for dust and soul the heaven.

Be in pride to bear it with dreams to fulfill Along with angels in pureness, not like men.

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The Way to the Heaven By heaven, oh! Lazarus, the chosen one, Tell us, your tenure of seven, In that dark paradise underneath, The way to Eden and Fire, And the merriments and pleadings, So that, all shall be quick, For the judgment day to fare.

Predicate, the great deed of Nazareth, Upon you, for your comeback, Truly, his intention who are on the earth.

And about his second coming, For those chosen ones, still living, Then shall they strive to act upon, Before facing the golden throne.

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Yell from the top of the highest mountain, To show the sole way, where angels pray, So that, all shall repent with tears of regret, In the manner Saul became Paul by grace, Then shall, peace be the option for all, And the land shall be heaven forever, Free from envy, fight, jealousy and egotism.

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Value of Literature Value of literature is above a precious ruby, Its voice higher than the dictation of God, So timeless, with in-depth human undergo, Worthy of deep cerebral feelings to deal Of romance, human history and the creation.

Community of mutual head is what it sets, In words, through themes and sentiments Among those who read and the writer, Altering the state of mind with a new outlook Filled with satisfaction, peace and ease.

It is something that disseminates values, The values of the real world that are around us To reflect back and create sense out of it, Reinforcing for revitalization of one's brain Through values in literature to value life.

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It paints the image in the mind of its readers Through rhythmic tones and meters to value, Of varied walks of culture beyond horizon And to interpret its art form into messages, Of love and war that ever survived before.

More than anything, it thrives one's mind To make any reader creative and decisive, In realizing its design with empathy, To advance values of life within readers, So uniquely, to change the way of the world.

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MIGRATION - Haiku 5-7-5 Migration kills you.

Better invest in farmlands For security.

LOVE - Haiku 5-7-5 When the light is off Love never dies but wakes up To light from within.

YOU ARE - Haiku 5-7-5 The moon tells to sleep, The sun tells you to wake up, You are in between.

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WHAT IS NEXT - Haiku 5-7-5 Spring flowers went, What is next we never know, Let the summer decide.

DISTRUB - Haiku 5-7-5 Creeping on the trees All birds do when they are free Until we disturb.

SKYLARK - Haiku 5-7-5 How sweet to see it When the skylark sings and dances To make us joyful.

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FOR LOVE - Haiku 5-7-5 Like the skylark I call upon her for love Welcoming the dusk.

OH DOVE! - Haiku 5-7-5 Give me inner peace, Oh dove! From worries I have, And make me Venus.

BUSHEL – Haiku 5-7-5 Doomsday condemns all, For the land being doomed by men.

Bushel for pardon.

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PEACEFUL WORLD – Haiku 5-7-5 Life won't be the best, Where politics leads by chance.

Better be social.

WOODS - Haiku 5-7-5 The sun shine raging As all woods are taken off.

Let's not be selfish.

LOVE - Haiku 5-7-5 Love doesn't betray, Your mind forces you to condemn For short happiness.

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TO JUDGE - Haiku 5-7-5 Eyes can only judge, Not all organs, if it does No men shall progress.

WASTE - Haiku 5-7-5 A man is a monster, He creates waste for his own self To cry in the future.

NATURE - Haiku 5-7-5 Men destroy nature For it appears innocent To face harsh outcome.

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DOOMSDAY - Haiku 5-7-5 The rivers are dying As forests are vanishing, Doomsday will knock soon.

BIRDS - Haiku 5-7-5 Leaves are getting dry, Air, slowly getting polluted, Birds are crying in fear.

SOIL - Haiku 5-7-5 All you have taken, My riches that save you in life, I‘m getting barren.

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LOVE WHEN ALIVE - Haiku 5-7-5 Share love when alive, After death, no one values The tears at the tomb.

FUTURE - Haiku 5-7-5 Raise your pen right now, To raise your future later, With knowledge for life.

LIFEBOOK - Haiku 5-7-5 Lifebook is hard To understand and follow, Read it well from the heart.

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BONELESS TONGUE - Haiku 5-7-5 Limit what you say, Your tongue is boneless That talks anything.

LOVE IS AN ART- Haiku 5-7-5 To love is an art, Not all in life possess it, It needs sincere heart.

STRESS- Haiku 5-7-5 Stress not in anger, Pain within you multiplies, Chill, impermanence it is.

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