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Insatiable Piyush Poem
Slaughters, murders, brutal
rage.
World stands bereft, blood
shrouded face.
To gloom and despair, never ending
race
stop and fear, we all are at chase.
Neither the demons nor the devils,
mankind is inflicted by its own
bloody evils.
Relations are loosening, altruism is
lost...
For being mother, daughter, wife,
sister
lady is paying a huge cost.
Rich-poor alas!! an old thought...
neither I will mention.
Taliban, Alkaida, terrorism...
Ohhh they are all human invention.
Stop, I apprehend the dooms day.
Vaccilating like pendulum on death-
clock,
the Humans lay.
Love each other, let the love prevail,
as what may be the race...
love can never fail.
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Not Only The Sylph..
O young Coevals,
Love resides..in the eyes of its seekers...
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Feel is nothing, but is a Feel
Feel is subtle , feel can heal.
We can’t catch it , we can’t prevent it ,
but we can feel.
Feel is nothing , but is a feel.
A touch is a feel,A hug is a feel
Feel in sorrow, Feel in pain…
Feel is there when all goes vain.
A bird can’t talk,
A dog can’t hail….
Yet they are happy,
as they can feel.
People are selfish, the time is mean
No one is happy as all look keen.
Friends are in need, parents alone,
They feel for them , the time is gone.
Money makes them happy,
Money makes them hay…
Feel is absent, as they all say.
The thought is lie, as black as an eel,
“they cannot feel”, this too is a feel.
Feel is always there, just they have to
FEEL.
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Insatiable Piyush Poem
Feel is nothing, but is a Feel
Feel is subtle , feel can heal.
We can’t catch it , we can’t prevent it ,
but we can feel.
Feel is nothing , but is a feel.
A touch is a feel,A hug is a feel
Feel in sorrow, Feel in pain…
Feel is there when all goes vain.
A bird can’t talk,
A dog can’t hail….
Yet they are happy,
as they can feel.
People are selfish, the time is mean
No one is happy as all look keen.
Friends are in need, parents alone,
They feel for them , the time is gone.
Money makes them happy,
Money makes them hay…
Feel is absent, as they all say.
The thought is lie, as black as an eel,
“they cannot feel”, this too is a feel.
Feel is always there, just they have to
FEEL.
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