Punching bag..

Have a few friends, is good,
Be attached with our relatives, is the best,
because we can make them,
the punching bags.

quiet punching bags,
listening punching bags,
tolerant punching bags and
comforting punching bags.

They are just a call away,
call them with confidence,
talk to them,
we are happy and no stress.

They are just a call away,
call them with confidence,
share your thoughts,
only to people, trustworthy.

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Don't trust the hypocritic dog!

The dog looks hungry, as it is a stray,
A piece of meat and some food to make it gay,
Shakes its tail as fast as it can,
Stands near the gate for fun and bun,
Runs to and forth rubbing the fence,
The human at home becomes its friend,
Then a group of its relative stray arrives,
The kind hearted person goes out to feed,
On seeing the human coming towards them,
All start to bark and the first stray is one of them.
The same People who have kind words to share with us,
When we are alone with them at home or on the roam,
May backbite and act like a stranger,
when we are with others in a crowd,
where people gather for a function or a gossip.

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What are we longing for?

What are we looking for, in the world,
Where everyone looks for their prey?
What are we searching for, in the confined hearts,
Where everyone is scared of allowing anyone in?
Where are we walking towards on the New moon day,
When the earth gulps the darkness of eternity?
What are we peeping into the darkened infinite space,
From where the God's particles originate and threaten us?
What is the role of the innocent victims,
in the cold and hot predator's jungles?
What is the role of lifeless predators,
in the jungle full of victims, who are alive?
What is the role something that floats,
when it is carried in a vehicle that can be driven?

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Confidence!

When you are too rigid, you can be broken,
Please don't tell that I am the reason.
When you are too viscous, you can be the grease,
Spread between two surfaces, in hinges and bolts and nuts,
To get pressed always for the sake of lubricating sacrifice,
Please don't tell me that I am the reason,
For the excruciating pain that you wanted.
When your density is one and you think it is fun,
All the dirt will dissolve in you to make you to stink,
Please don't tell me that I am the reason.
When you are the magnet, you can pull the good Iron,
Leaving all the bad to get neglected to be negligible,
Please do tell that Magnet, YOU, have the confidence.

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Expectations!

Before you bloom, you are the pleasure to the eyes,
Just like a few days chicks beside the mother, clustered,
When you open in the middle of the night and at dawn,
The fragrance spreads to reach the enjoying human,
When you are in full bloom with the scents to the hearts,
Even the cynics of the world may turn and have a look,
Before you wilt and fall, you have done so much of work,
Given a lot of visual enlightenment in the altars of abodes,
What have I done compare to you in the gorgeous world,
Where everything is provided and taken care of,
Still silent as the vacuum, waiting for the light,
to pass through my stone heart and opaque mind.

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Just Alone On This Day!

Ceilings are high,
dealings are nigh,
dialing to none,
fueling no fun.

No sweet bought,
No roses ordered,
No poem written,
no one to meet.

All alone after work,
open channels play tricks,
Beautiful lasses with lads,
Happy hours and ceremonies.

Call the forgotten loved ones,
to make them happy as they may be alone.
We do not have to be alone,
we do not have to keep the secrets,
we do not have to be sad,

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Million Years Later...

This world of ours that we dwell,
survived million years very well.
When the oil is sucked out of the wells,
the pollutants make the hole to swell.

The inconsistent Changes that happen,
in and out of the world and the human,
messed up the nature and modernized the livings,
million years earth may need a gulping.

The trash we buried under the oceans,
radio active produce stored in the deep tunnels,
may reach the core of the earth,
to get purified for a spring cleaning.

The living things have to be pressurized,
for the left over human's future need.
The earth will cover with fresh seedlings,
the rejuvenated earth may breathe the fresh air.

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Stunted Growth, ,

Millions of our children naked and hungry,
Rolling on the streets to scratch the itch,
Stuffed noses and coughing throats,
Inflamed lungs, worm filled guts,
Bloated stomachs and teary eyes,
Thin hands and legs with thinner fingers and toes,
Millions of them all around the world,
Scavenging on the waste and left outs,
If children were the blooms,
What fruits can be expected,
Of these suffering silkworms?
Voiceless children of the world,
Suffer in silence in multi fold,
in The hands of abusive human,
The legs of run over ideologies,
The merciless hearts of economy,
Stunt not only their physical growth,
But also their innocent childhood.

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I Want To Be A Good Forefather!

Praise be to our forefathers who toiled hard,
On the soaked infested soil to flatten and build,
The dreams of what they thought specifically apt,
to their children of their children to relax and rest.

Visionaries were our ancestors, who have planned,
The neutral policies to benefit the people to thrive,
What thought they needed, that were appropriate,
to have a happy family with money and sweat.

People have luxury as they have had the adventurous ancestors,
People lead prosperous life at the intelligence of their elders,
People have the voice to speak and force others to listen,
As they have had the adaptable forefathers who have the vision.

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The Purpose..

What is the use of having a home,
When we go there only to sleep?

What is the purpose of having a family,
when we meet the members once in a while?

What is the meaning for sovereignty,
when the citizens are not taken care of?

What is the name of the citizens,
who do not bother about the welfare of the nations?

What is the use of having the brain,
when we stop accumulating knowledge?

What is the greatness of having the wealth,
when we do not donate for charity?

What is the use of donating the high heels,
when the people suffer in the earth quake zone?

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