The Gods live in our nerves.

Aching is pain and nuisance
Severity varies in annoyance,
Tooth ache, Head ache, stomach ache,
And Body ache. Do we forget to take,
Medicines for these aches and freaks,
We will be and pain killers we seek,
We may forget to take medicines,
For many disorders in blood and functions,
Which not affect our nerves at once,
But the effects are severe and life threatening,
Without the prescribed medicines,
We may not lead the healthy life,
Take your medicines regularly,
follow the advice of physicians,
For the disorders and diseases,
That we are blessed to have and suffer.

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A Pole and The Rope

A pole and the rope not visible at all,
Pulled and rewind cord, perfect of all.
From the middle of the heart,
The cable extends near and afar,
From the center of the nation,
The chain prolong to space station,
When the pole is the love,
The rope is the responsibilities.
Stuck to the invisible pole of love,
Our responsibilities inspire us to excel,
For each and every one of them,
Whom we love and cherish.
From the pole of patriotism,
Our duties start to end in victory.
Is there any difference?
Between the love and patriotism,
The poles, around which our life goes around.

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Climatic Change!

Light as feathers float in whims,
The legs not kissed and in dreams,
The heaviness in the mind,
The rushing messages through the heart,
The sun's rays emit the cooling breeze,
Feeling so cool inside and outside too,
The world is fresher than ever,
People are happier, reflecting showers,
Of the moon light forever,
There is no other person than that person,
Never remembered,
Because never stopped to think,
Never blinked,
Because it may hurt,
Never drank hot drinks,
Because it may scald,
As the heart is dwelled,
All in love feel the same,
All in love feel all the time.

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What a life is it?

When we are committed,
with work and tasks
we have no time,
but, have the drive.

When the age is catching up,
and already fulfilled our duties,
we have lot of time,
but, have no drive.

When we are hungry,
the stomach rumbles.
when we have no penny,
it make us to tremble.

When we have money,
we may not have appetite,
what is the use of having money,
when the sickness is incurable?

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Tell The Colors Of Devil!

When happiness is absorbed,
The harmony is not reflected.
When the innocence is stolen and absorbed,
The peace is not reflected.
When all good emotions are absorbed,
The useful actions are not reflected.
When all colors are absorbed to be black,
What goodness can be reflected?

Evils have many colors on the screen,
When colors of cruelty and sadism scream,
the skull and broken bones of human,
have become the symbol to threaten,
and warn the danger, red can flow,
to our minds to scare us to be nymphs,
all these colors have the right effect,
when it is dark and the sun is out.

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Flooding

Unwelcome Ascending water, ,
Stopped running, but filling up,
Not only miles of land,
But also force our eyes to shed.

Acres of soon to be harvested crops,
Annihilated within a day,
A violent bath in the massive Jacuzzi,
A colorless massacre that is easy.

Have no floats, have no dry clothes,
Have no blankets, have no peace,
Is the current under and above, suffice,
to cook the food without a device?

Loans to pay, responsibilities to fulfill,
Young children to wean and infants to feed,
Elders and disabled to care and make them calm,
Worries to worry and flood from the eyes.

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Who Is Rich?

I strive to be rich,
to travel on the roads,
of the capital cities,
in Sedan or limousine.

I work hard to be rich,
to find a lot in Beverly hills,
to buy an aircraft and
a hover to fly and float.

I work day and half night,
to be rich to others sight,
to smoke a cigar of an inch,
and a few girls to pinch.

scanty girls of Los vegas,
dress up, for a living,
trendy sad faced Indians,
walk alone for a living.

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Pretense!

Stoop too low for fame of famine,
You have called everyone but few,
Fiddling with courtesy of kindness,
The vapor of integrity gone with magicians,
The old slabs are weathered,
The young hunks are tendered,
The aged can't be tendered,
Whatever cats and dogs they play with,
Whatever clouds they pretend to follow,
The matured idea of the elders,
May not be that of a young and naïve,
Let us see how long they play with dolls,
To prove their ignorance of themselves,
And the innocence of the followers,
not to exist as good and bad as oneself,
to face the world bold and courageous.

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The Teeth Of The Pen!

When the teeth of the pens are shown,
The pleasantness spread through the spine,
The buds in the mind excitedly bloom in thrill,
The readers close their mouth to smile.

The eyes are drowned and the leaking in the nostrils,
Change in the clime is noticed and the body gets stiff,
Sudden mood change advocates truth and prophesy,
When the teeth of the pens bite the tongues.

The rise in body heat and the heart tries to gallop,
The removal of green house materials from the top,
The sun may rise in the brain to chase away the dark,
When the teeth of the pens poke the hearts of the pages.

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Work As Usual!

When the dirt from the hot tear of my eyes,
Fall into the oyster thoughts of my urging mind,
I harvest pearls of various grades and sizes,
Tie together to keep on the altar in masses.

When the critical storms shaken up my rigid thinking,
I sway side by side for the storm to get pacified,
I pick up the lost momentum to think better,
and enjoy the aftermath of the stormy weather.

When the shades of spirits haunt me for fun,
I would play with them to startle them with my wits,
The threatened spirits run away for their dead life.
I move on with my own life without the nuisance of evils.

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