God and His Plan

God, my creator,

When you had created a woman for a man,
In the garden where the river flows underneath,
Where the dinosaurs do not exist,
Where the snow is an unknown word.
I think that you have decided that
one is more than enough for another.

Otherwise Lord, my merciful,
Benevolent and Almighty,
so kind enough to Forgive
the sins of male,
and a stern judge,
to punish and spank the women
for their misdoing,
You must have created,
at least Four Eves for an Adam.

Amen.

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I love India.

We are assisting the dreams of others,
who have actually dreamed the dreams.

Those who dreamed about the network,
Those who dreamed about the computer,
Those who dreamed about the laptop,
Those who dreamed about the gadgets.

To assist the dreams of dreamers,
we are educating millions,
we are training the millions,
we are the tools, anyone can use us.

We are fools not knowing our strength.
We are dreamers, dreaming
other people's dreams,
are our own dreams.

Wake up, India.

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A Fresh Graduate With A Scholar Tag

The fresh bread out of the oven,
May smell good, but has to be toasted.
The fresh graduates out of the universities,
May look smart, but have to be experienced.
What knowledge that can be obtained,
Reading through these heaps of books?
What intelligence that can be settled,
Doing all these assignment and paper work?
How efficiently that we are molded,
Attending those seminars and half baked workshops?
How out of world scholars are we,
When the lay man on the sites call us fools?

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A Hand In Need!

When we look for a shoulder to lean on,
When we cry for help to float on,
When we gasp for air to breathe in despair,
When we are crumbled during dispute,
When the cataract doubts create shades,
When the abandoned spirit stands lonely,
When the flies of the fruits flown away,
When caterpillar's munched plant left bare,
There is a hand, touch our back,
When we look at it with shock,
It is the hand, that God has sent,
May be anyone that we hardly know.
thank the God and the hand.

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Hearts Can't Be Serviced, But Taken Care!

Living is a skill, not to kill,
A heart while it is not still,
Beating in the rib cage for love,
Change the numbers and frequency,
Perception in the mind, induce and not alter,
The rhythm of the heart to beat regular,
When the loving words are heard,
When the kind eyes are met and collided,
When the chastity is maintained,
When the faults are not to be hid,
The condition of the heart,
Shows the validity of a life,
How it has lived and is loved,
Maintain that heart that loves you.

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Are we serving others for a living?

If I want to drink,
I can hold,
two hands full.

If I want to eat,
I can fill,
one mouth full.

If I want to breathe,
I can fill,
two lungs full.

If I want to fill,
I can fill,
One stomach full.

We are filling up something,
all our life without thinking,
filling is not a simple process:
fulfilling the needs of others,

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Searching

How many people pass by them all day long,
As the wind touch their skin to feel cold and warm,
To unknown destination they travel thinking,
They travel to the known destination of working and sleeping,
Planning for hours, to reach the goals on time,
Displaced using the available sources to release tension,
They have changed a lot from the dirty hunters, in appearance,
Habits of them never changed as their ancestors, who strive,
To seek the better of better always, will this search ever stop?

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No Fun Without Challenges!

I am a bird, flying in the sky,
Singing the beautiful notes,
That my vocal cord can spell,
Up near the cloud, it is cool,
Singing the songs of love,
Travel on the whitish cotton shroud,
Expressing my thought,
Without fear and freight,
Hearing me singing,
Someone wanted me,
To sing in his courtyard,
Ordered his subordinates,
To catch and clip my wings,
To put me in a cage,
For his own entertainment,
When I lose my freedom,
I forget all the notes,
Just shut my beaks,
Open only to eat.

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The Most Beautiful

a hand bag as big as a brief case,
have compartments, but not arranged,
stuffed stuffs are many,
lip sticks, mascara, eye liner,
powder and creams to smooth the surface,
peeler, scrubber and the polisher,
scissors, clips and gloss.
perfect hair and branded dress.

a wallet with few credit cards,
a zipper for coins and currency notes,
come out as they are,
who are the most beautiful people,
in the world?
Women or Men?
I say Men are the most beautiful people,
because they do not need make up.

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A ray of hope..

The magnificent cities are built,
The darkness of nature chased out,
Under the glorious man made lights,
The darkness of evil erupts.

The evil makes the human,
to think themselves as individuals,
even separates the younger human,
from the norms of culture.

The evil sends the deadly virus,
through the system to corrupt us.
Let us not be the cronies,
to reap huge luck and profits.

As the evil of hate,
may darken our hearts,
Let us show the light of love,
to chase out the devil in our thought.

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