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Holocaust

In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.

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Dipsomaniac

Sometimes rum sometimes whiskey,
Keeps me always in frisky,
Sometimes Vodka, sometimes Gin,
Makes me feel like a king
Sometimes sombukka, sometimes gruppa,
Takes me back to Harappa,
Sometimes wine sometimes beer
Makes me everyone’s dear
Sometimes tharra, sometimes tarri,
Keeps me always in Hurry.

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Ugly Fidelity

Wake up oh Indian brothers,
Shake up from your deep slumber
Take up your strides towards the charter, 
For yours is a deep bluffer.
Shook up the doors of the world body, 
For the shake of justice, peace and equality,
For constitution of ours is source of power for caretakers and others.

Promises justice to all,
But directs it with ease, 
Justice to rich, justice to powerful is its most vicious deed,  
So what, don’t challenge,
For you will be caught for your indulgence in this series.

Peace what is it?
For we are out of touch since eighties,
Punjab in fire, Kashmir in dire,
Assam in fear, Andhra in tear,
For what is the fate next year.

Pigeon for peace, 
Hovering without its wings,
Is the case next year.
Whenever there is a tension,
It is making its apprehension,
But sorry to mention, 
That it is making the situation more eruption.

In the name of equality,
It is making a great deformity,
By dividing its brothers and sisters,
Into different statutory. 
Can you find anywhere in the world,
Like schedule castes, schedule tribe facility
Laid down in its share.
How can we accept equality,
With such discrepancy
Which is rather a priority.
Equality to all
Is the motto of the world,
But sorry to call
For it is not the case here at all.

What is the reason for such division?
Done to its citizen?
Is it for the creation of new region?
Against its tough unification.

Come up oh! Indian brothers and sisters,
With this plight of ours,
To the international court (court of God) of savers,
To ask for peace, justice and equality,
In favor against all odds and tough measures,
With the faith that
“we shall overcome some day.

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Torture

God has created me,
To be a mate to my counterpart,
To be a helping hand in this uncommunicative world,
To be a soothing relief to him after exhaustion,
To be a part of distress and sorrow,
To tame him of his vindictive furrow,
To keep him cheerful forever.

But the world is so bizarre that,
No one sees the plight of hers,
The one who makes the life of
Her counterpart so smooth
So calm & so vivacious,
That every bit becomes precious,
But she is always in curses,
Sometimes cursed as daughter,
Sometimes beaten as wife,
Sometimes traded as prostitute,
Sometimes tortured as sister,
Or sometimes raped in a brutal way.

Torture is the truth of my life,
Atrocities are my fate,
But see my devotion and faith,
That I still remain a mate
After such savagely stage.

Off late I will try not to be at this state,
I am a source of new life to this earth,
I will regain all my energy 
To wipe out these heinous crime,
Convalesce the torture,
Revenge these contumely,
Erase this conundrum forever.

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Catastrophe

The selfish idea of man has brought,
Lot of catastrophe in this world,
The world war - I was a shameful trauma,
Killing each other in anguish aroma,
Then stopped the war after a 
Lots of disaster and drama.

Not a great deal of time has elapsed
That we forgot this sinful act,
And started again 
for a massive maneuver for another war
 – The II World War

It’s a war with big hue and cry,
Killing each other in a rampant rue,
Hitlar’s greed to grab the world power,
Made him to attack one after the other.

Then did the Americans a heinous crime,
To stop the war at the earliest possible time,
By dropping the atom bomb on Japan’s dine,
Killing and crippling 
The innocent in no time,
To strain its name in the 
History of humanity and mankind.

Then emerge a peace keeping body,
To stop fighting and hostility,
To create peace, mutual cooperation and brotherhood,
And make the world a better place for survival,
It’s the United Nations Organization –
The pious world body

The war is a massacre,
It’s a real catastrophe,
Snatching the life of the innocent,
Making millions of us cripple,
Putting us out of food, water and employment,
Fumbling the world with horror.

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Twilight

Clairvoyant the love,
Which nature can give,
Which you can heave,
In the heart very deep.


Caress it with your presence,
In this bivouac,
Asseverate your presence,
With the hymn’s in its favour,
Rejoice yourself in this oblation,
Of its creator.

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Bond of Love

In this animate creation of god,
With man and animals as its cord,
Plants and trees as its beautiful sword,
All joined together to form a bond,
“The Bond of Love”

The bond of love is so great
That it keeps them mate in this stage,
With man and animals playing its vital trial,
To make his creature a supernal.

The bond of love is so great among man,
That it doesn’t discriminate 
Between caste, creed and stature,
Helping each other in such a gesture,
Which glooms his creation with this texture.

The bond of love is so great 
Among plants and animals,
That they remain modest in all season,
Glittering and jovial,
That his stage lament with jubilant.

The bond of love is so great,
Even then there is so much of caous in this stage,
Ransack your brain box and find out,
Why is it so?
Is it to satisfy our vanquish ideas?

God has emancipated us in this stage,
In order to sit and meditate,
But not to fight and retaliate,
In this broad field of battle.

The bond of love is not so weak,
That it will break with this shirk,
But then why to test its strength, 
When there is so much to achieve and pursue,
In this bivouac of life.

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Nature

In the world of man and isle,
Lies the skies for miles and miles
Hills and meadows,
Plateaus and plains 
Makes It a beautiful lane,
The sun and the moon-
Like the bride groom,
The rainbow high up in its
Sparkling colors blooming above,
The ocean beneath with water in it,
Makes its beauty unique.

The seasons which comes in a circle,
 makes the nature sparkle,
Starts the year with a winter,
Somewhere cold which is bold,
Somewhere snow which is told,
But goes away the winter with the spring and summer,
Nature comes out with sparkling blue,
Looks as if laughing after a long sorrow,

The daylight makes it glitter,
The moonlight makes it jitter
Watch it in day and it will give you a fragrance,
Watch it at night and it will give you a tolerance.