The prison of poverty...

Freedom in our land not gives us enough food,
Freedom in our land not has enough work,
Freedom in our land creates the lazy cowards,
Freedom in our land not worth to have power of people,
Believe me that we are free to do anything that could,
Walking through the streets to find out the meaning,
Of acquired freedom that we have to materialize nothing.
What a rush is this, human have no direction to go towards,
What a mad rat race is it, that human take part in it,
What a planner are these people,
who neglect the people in their planning,
What type of freedom is it that put,
minds of people in the prison of poverty?

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Muted dogs can bite!

We are expected not to open when they speak irrelevant,
For the fear and insecurities of their inefficiencies revealed.
They call these behaviors as culture, manners and fine character,
Often we are ordered to keep the silence, wherever we hammer,
Many of us accepted to follow the norm and lead as we are told,
There is few, still, stand tall to fight against the evil that are bold,
You can mute the dog, though you need the dog to protect you,
Trained dogs not bark unnecessarily, but their presence itself scary,
Muted dogs may not bark, but they will bite you bitterly,
when you become the traitor to hurt them silently.

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Where Are The Lights Hidden?

When look into the sky, there is some light, then dark,
When look into the heart there is lot of truth clogged,
When look into the eye, there is a cloudy lens, fogged,
Let the light be shown everywhere to see the invisible,
Let hundred Suns emerge from the offing of infinitive,
Let the space be lighten up to see the galaxies in the black holes,
Let the stars that are light years away sway as the candles,
Let the white light remove the smear from the souls,
When the darkness is removed through the light,
Many truths may become lies and lies become the truth,
Let the light be shown on our hearts to bring out the mirth.

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Why My Attire Gets Older?

Sitting at the banks of rivers,
looking at the water.
Their thought goes,
as the aimless water.

All of a sudden,
acquired this state.
Just had a nap,
nap of working tirelessly,
nap of fulfilling the duties,
wake up and find out,
the changed attire, wrinkled.

Look at the legs,
how many miles walked,
Look at the hands,
how much effort undertaken.
Can; t see the heart and the lungs,
damages can; t be ascertained,
with cataract and hearing aid.

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Morning Rush At West

Have to wake up,
before the tiredness,
of yesterdays fades away.

Loving spouse still at bed,
exhausted as usual,
crying baby in the crib.

Mounting clothes,
in the dryer,
cleaned dishes in the washer.

Have to put back,
where these belong,
but I am drowsy for long.

Waking alarms irritates,
brush and shower in minutes,
instant breakfast suffice.

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A Fox In Us!

A fox in us, escape from us,
To hurt someone now and always,
When it shows its sharpest teeth,
To punch the hearts with abusive words,
The manipulative thoughts mill the story,
To spread and gossip, the animal is very fiery,
Shows no kindness, hides behind the mask,
Near to the stubborn well nurtured ill belief,
Often on attacking mode, but with half closed eyes,
Not to reveal what one thinks, but with protruding tongue,
Salivating the venomous stings, trooping tail,
Slouching shoulders, attentive vision for the next victim,
the cunning fox would flee from the caged mind,
to harm the innocents and evils for its own delight.

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Vultures!

Vultures not aware that they are torturers,
Eagle may assume that they are simple predators,
Circling above the ground, enjoying the breezy wind,
looking down with deep eyes only for one thing.

When their prey is spotted, the concentration get centered,
Eyes on that prey, the thought on that prey,
Wings stop to swing before a forceful delay,
Legs, claws and the nails just land on that display.

Vultures are there in you and I,
When the business man looks for the business,
When the doctors wait for the patients,
When the lawyers wait for the clients,
When the leaders wait for the votes,
Vultures are everywhere in them, you and I.

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Why Do Mosquitoes Spread Dengue Fever?

Why do you sing and wing at me?
Why do you hiss and wish at me?
Why do you come out late in the evening?
Why do you make me sick in the morning?

As Your habitat has been cleared,
do you claim your rights in our properties?
As you are so tiny and not shiny,
What is the reason behind your destiny?

Aerosol and repellants,
fogging and spraying,
Where do you hide, my dear,
when you are invaded?

You are one of the members,
in our food chain,
Why do you hurt us more,
with spreading of Dengue?

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This Lady Is Too Senstitive

Prosperity is a lady, who is very fortunate,
To keep the richness of health, wealth and happiness,
She seeks the human, who are brisk and vibrant,
Lack of laziness, over indulgence and ignorance,
When the human are eager to pursue her,
She can easily befriend them and solicit them,
She can be a slave in the hands of shrewd people,
Even she walks on four legs as the loyal dogs,
Once the boss of her starts to abuse her,
She may abscond as the fairies in the tales,
It may take a long time to woo her on the laps,
Prosperity is a lady, not a man to be clumsy and unkempt,
If she is with you, hold her tight: she will hug you in delight.

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We are human

I am not afraid of darkness,
I can see through the blackness,
and I find no angel and light,
that could sort out my plight.

I am me and have guts and strength,
whoever pull me down to the depth,
I can rise up to the great height,
where the greatness awaits.

Glory or not, peace or not,
success or not, victory or not,
I focus my energy to the destiny,
as no angel can come with me.

We are us and have no grudges,
and believe in our efficiency,
where the imaginary angels,
have no place and cheat us.

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