Ode To Motherland

Thank The
Oh Lord
In lap placed
Where no one dares
High blue seas
On sides
Himalayas keep an eye on the tide
Rich in archives
Culture vibes
My Motherland
Nature revered
Revered are the stones
This my Motherland

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Trivial Misconception

An event is trivial for those
In whom triviality rests
A drawback
Which drops one back
Like static water in the pond
Budding endemics
But he who has the desire
Looks for monumental in trivial
He sees the lotus bloom
In endemic ponds womb.

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Wayward, Are You?

Lords creation,
Supreme
Realised.
Acknowledged.
Is Supreme.

Hither, Thither, Wither
Goes
Knows Not?
Where he goes
Still goes.

Ambushing paths
Ought not be tread
But
With contempt, treads
As if, else, no one will tread
Else, no one will tread.

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Best

Agile body
An agile mind
Is what
Rigours
Of life demand.

Pondered
Slept
Wept
Crept
For rejuvination
Took rest
And he swept
Me, me
Back.

Me thought
Iwas the best.
Best when
Put to test

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Soldier

Though sleeps
Vigil he keeps
Day in day out
During starry nights
And stormy days
From seas to deserts
Marshes to mountains
That man in olive.

Yes
Yes you
With open eyes
And a closed mind
A call for you
From slumber
Rise
Vote
For a future
You desire.

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Unprecedented Weather

Weather Gods did relent
After bright morning
Hell bent
Succour to those
Who created space
For the show
To mint the mint
And no more
Kids with naked heads
And office goers on foot tread
Worst in store
For fairer sex
Braving the tempest
And beast in man.

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Ambiguity

Observations
Minute, ought not be made
Galore
Here and there
Though finds
Manly promotion
Of thoughts
In negativity which abound
Here, question I ask
Right for me, right for you
Why then society
Accepts
That which it should not
That which it should not.

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Water Mill

That small narrow meandering path
In the lush green fields
Moving with the stream
Over the precipice
With a gush
The water falls
On the blades which rotate
At speeds
Invisible which makes
To rotate the huge circular rock
Tons in weight
To grind the crop.

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Clouds

Dragon
From vale
Moves up
White with shades of black
Pours itself
Atop from majestic heights
Embraces the mountains
Carries the embrace
To an end
Where end known not
Infinity
Engulfs those peaks
Invincible which were
Benumbed looks
Between the space
Golden rays.

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Till That Uprising

There he sits
With virtues becoming extinct

Cornered by mauvis
Suppressed by vice

His own traits
Hinderance in the race

Finds solace
At the base

The base
Which supports the entire race

When this creed
Raises its head in revolt
Lord
Live me till that plot.

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