A Humble Complaint
You could have been more polite observing me,
Your harsh words have left
An indelible impression,
Hatred can be won by love alone,
As one gets relief from
Scorching heat
By gentle rain,
As the sermon of a saint soothes
The disturbed mind,
Your words could have healed
The wounds of my heart,
For once you touched me, felt me,
And covered your being with my love,
As you said,
You smelt my love and called it red rose,
What's happened now?
Thorns have grown on my lips,
My being has become the grave of your hatred,
Is it a diversion
Or you're posing to be more sensible?
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A sterling faith
I am not worried about my future,
Why should I?
The Master of yesterday
Is the Master of today,
And will be the Master of tomorrow,
I have planned nothing for my future,
No insurance, no fix deposit, and no cash,
Why should I?
When life has no guarantee,
This guarantee is nothing
But a diversion from the ways of God,
He will remember us if we remember
Him through thick and thin,
We forget Him so He forgets us,
And leaves us at the mercy of wordly means,
If He is our master and planner of our life,
Who are we to step in His jurisdiction,
And impose our so called judgement on us.
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A true guide
I love to stay with you forever
Because from you I have learnt
To ignore my weakness and accomplish
My task handsomely
You have guided me to attain my aim
Your guidance is like a lamp in the midway
Lest the passerby should stumble
Your nature is like a shadowy tree
Under it I am relieved of my fatigue
In your beautiful eyes,
I see an ocean of love surging for me
On your lips, I hear only my name
You have changed the course of my life
You have led me to the right path
You have taught me how to face the challenges in life
You are an integral part of my life
You are my never failing consience.
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A widow's life
Life is nothing but an empty show
On the branch of hope no flowers grow
Everything is dark before her eyes
In her heart only anguish lies
In the whirlpool of life he left her alone
By the hostile fate no mercy was shone
Her brimming youth has lost its charm
Time has done her a great harm
No one is there to share her pain,
Without her husband what is there to gain?
Her days are passed in great ordeal
Her nights are spent devoid of zeal
She sheds her tears
in the dark of night
Any heart would wring
seeing such a sight
Unrest and trouble are under her pillow
Such a miserable life is led by a widow.
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Another picture of the future of India
Clad in rags with flat bellies
Faces downcast looking here and there for mercy
Their parents, too, don't earn enough
To meet even their ends
They visit every window of the car
Begging some money to satisfy their hunger
But sometimes they are snubbed
By the owners who are busy in feeding
Their own children with candy, pizza, and burgers
Their mouths and their eyes both are watered
The expressions of deprivation make their lot more pathetic The children are called the future of the country
If this is the Past of the Future
What will the picture be?
A hungry and helpless India
Certainly a horrifying picture.
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Bravo Egypt!
A search for new light,
A search for new hopes,
A search for new flights,
New ambitions,
And of course a new world.
A freedom from Suffocation and darkness.
A freedom from silent oppression,
But why is there so much commotion,
So much hue and cry?
What's new in it?
History bears the load
Of such events
Whenever, Wherever things remain unchanged,
Due to state's stoicism,
Change is inevitable,
Change, the offspring of time,
The reward of tears,
The hope of sad heart,
Let's welcome this change
'Lest one good system
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Who are we?
Sometimes I wonder who I am,
May be
A lie in the name of existence,
A bubble in the ocean of life,
A bird on the branch set to fly,
A morning star ready to set,
Or a pearl of dew lying on a leaf
Waiting for the sun.
The more I think,
the worst I feel,
The mystery of existence is very deep,
Noone has ever touched that depth,
The candle burns and completes its course
Where is it now?
Its beauty,
Its grandeur,
Its being,
And even its wick,
Everything is ruined.
We drift into enternal sleep and wake up
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Who is terrorist?
Is it a state of mind or thy ambition?
The friends of past are now foes,
Who nourished these thorny plants?
They have taken the form of huge trees.
Thy double standard has put the world
Into the furnace of destruction.
They are terrorist or crusadors,
The world peace has been spoiled,
By thy dubious definition.
Millions of children were orphans
And women widows,
In the name of terrorism.
The whole universe belongs to
Almighty,
Let Him decide what is to be done,
In this way balance will be maintained,
And terrorism will be checked,
But whom He will punish?
Why fear thou?
Thou dost call thyself innocent.
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On The Wheel Of Time
I am riding on the wheel of time,
Certainly my joy is not sublime,
When I look here and there,
I find peace nowhere,
Someone is suffering from starvation,
Someone is a victim of desperation,
War has ruined beautiful cities,
Somewhere Nature sent calamities,
Poor wretched with a life of gloom,
Waiting for the moment of their doom,
Poor children are reduced to skeleton,
Their misery is noticed by none,
While rich are playing with wealth,
They remain in the pink of health,
Their children take three meals with them,
Together they sing their glory anthem,
I curse the moment I rode on the time,
It was nothing but a senseless crime.
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A glimpse of spring
Now the spring comes with all its delight,
The plants are laden with colourful blossoms,
White, yellow, purple, blue, and red,
There intoxicating fragrance enthralls the mind
It seems somebody has opened the doors of Paradise
The earth is clad in green cloak
The sky watches her with delight
The birds sing pleasant notes
The bees buz round the flowers
To suck their juice
The butterflies fly with glee
Waiting for their turn
A fine breeze blows muttering the words of affection
The rivulet dance with joy and rapture
The hills, the valleys, and the cascades
All wear a new and beautiful look
The whole atmosphere is filled with rapture and I too.
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