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Eternal Love

Dazzled by the sizzling beauty
Of  butterflies
I plodded through
Th saloon of the flowers and flies.
I reached a
Narrow dusty path.
Now the garden 
Is an unclear dot behind me.
Its trying to attract me
To its inclosure of magic
But I cannot enjoy
These flickering happiness
Which lasts half a second.
I have to reach the love
Which is lullubies for me
I have to reach my grandmom
Who waits for me
With her affectional eyes.
I have to be in her caring hand
Where I find relief.
Alas!
Its dark around me.
The sky turned fearful black.
My vicinity grown 
Into a dreadful ebony.
The terror in me
Set its music.
 The tears in myeyes
That aimed at the ground
Began to outflow.
I shrank to the edge
Of  the track.
Suddenly the lilt
Of  sorrow and pain
Was removed by the new music.
That’ s the flying sound of butterflies.
Those seem to be 
The footsteps of my love granny.
That sound is nearing me .
The soft hands of  grandmommy 
Clutched me to her
And her guarding hand 
Wiped my tears .
Yeah,
I am in my destination
I am in the ardour
For which I waited.

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Quill

Once I was one of
The lustrous yarn,
The yarn that echoes 
As the bird flew.
I embellish the magnificence 
Of the feathered friend.	

Then came the tempest.
The force that tethered me
To the woolly love
Sank in its turbulent power.
I was imposed to move away.
I flew far
But recollection coddled me 
With feelings.
Emotions always vaporised me
And I slid by the rhythm of air.
 
Me, the stable one
In the body of the beauty
Moves around without stability.
This  unsteadiness crafted me
With the strong sentiments 
Of the past.

I passed numerous 
Lands, hills and valleys.
I forgot where am I.
I glared down.
Out of the blue,
I saw a pointing finger
Of a father
And gazing eyes 
Of a son.
Both directed towards me.
They were in a deep talk
Which would be a lamp
In the prodigy’s life.

The father’s speech
Had seemed like this –
Behold the quill.
You may have various facilities
Which fervours to be 
Praised, raised and rejoiced
In each nook of the world.
But let the thought-
The magnate’s weight 
Is like the feather
-regorges in your life.
These words were the thread 
That fastened me to the wavy air
Which helped me
To run my pulse
With the blow.

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Happiness Has Lost

A girl runs and plays with her friends.
Happiness was flowing through her, 
As she moves, her thick, black hair
Moves like waves.
Her face was like rose and
Eyes like the butterflies sitting on it them.
Then she made her route to her home
By the wishes of bye to her friends, 
Who is the storage of love.
When she entered, 
Her relatives were filled with angry
They fall on her like tigers, 
Who is waiting to attack and kill her.
They told a lot, scold a lot
And indicted a lot
The pressure from all side
Shrank her. Thus, 
Tears filled her eyes.
It came out like one, two, three drops.
She could not understand
What they says.
Her heart broked when her
Beloved father too accused her.
She burst into her room, 
Fall on her bed, 
Covered the head with pillow
And began to cry.
At last her cry brought
Her to a thought: 
'O god, if today I did not
Step my foot in my house then....

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Splintering Life

Woman flows like a river.
As the each drop of the water
Joins with the river, 
With the variation of the
Colour in it’s combination, 
The wonts and passions
Shapes her.
The new saplings
That flow from the
Inhalation of woman
Just similar to
The birds and plants
Forms from the breath
Of the nature.
Like the small particle of soil
And the rough, tough
And hard rock
That exist against the river
In it’s path of happiness, 
Stalemate and hardship
Covers and efface her.
When she tries and succeeds
To counter attack all her obstacles.
In a way a child splinter flowers
She is being spoiled
But by a brutish heart.
Her ruin is etched
On the core of her bosom
As the greatest waterloo
In her womanhood.
The womanly wealth
That she was being weaving
With gentle golden
And silver threads has lopped.
The placidly glowing eyes
and the churned heart
had been eradicated.
Even the resistance
Remains in her eyes, 
Even the will of return
Lasts in her face, 
Even the hope of tomorrow
Reverberate in her lips, 
Her womanly lilt of life
Hidden in the cloud melted down
And ragged like the leaf
That fall on the sharp thorns.

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Been Compelled For Valediction

With the sparkle experience
Of the warm abdomen, 
I was napping in the gentle, silky womb.
All forced me to turn 
The nap into the sleep
For ever, 	
Not in the uterus, 
But in the world of 
Aborted infants.
At the movement 
When I was separated from you
I clutched you with
A silent sob.

Oh mother
Why don't you give me
An occasion to receive 
Your cool kisses? 

Oh father
Why don't you allow me 
To know the world 
By sitting in your lap? 

Why don't you permit me
To open my eyes 
At least for once
To see you.

Whether my presence was 
A burden for you-
Dad, mom
Or my life was 
An annoyance for you.

Nevertheless, 
I need not to be 
Severed from you………

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The Lucks of Being a Kid

The luminous face
Of babe is the
Key to innocence.
The shining eyes
Attracts us like 
The diamond.
We will sink in 
The smile of the infant.
The childish games
Help us to be the
Owner of a pure heart.
The love towards children
Covers the sins that 
One did in his life.
Its look will turn
The cruel to a baby.
The child is 
The way to a 
Heavenly life.

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War

Say, say the need of war
To the prey of wars.
The warmonger says, 
It's for the coming peace
But it had never bring peace
In the mind of any one.
It had only give the dead bodies 
Or the handicapped people 
And increased the number
Of widows and orphan
Of the preys of the war
It has only gifted
The worst situation to 
The parents, siblings and relatives. 
War has never ended in peace.
Then, how the result will be peace? 
Or whether the meaning 
Of peace has changed?

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The Wall

I waited to see 
My reflection in you 
My eagerness reached the sky. 
As the day passes Its strength spreads to the universe.   
Days passed as the seconds. 
Neither I saw 
The spread of my reflection 
To the world 
Nor I saw it in your eyes.   
You never knew me 
And never tried for that. 
The only thing you had 
Is the shapeless, figure less  
Shadow of mine.   
I will never say 
That you do nothing You do a lot. 
You cover me 
You wrapped my personality. 
As if the ashes covers the cinder 
Though I persisted to glow 
You showered as rain on me.   
You are always 
A painful fence for me 
You prevent my journey 
You closed 
The world of a free bird 
Before me 
That always awaited for 
My arrival.   
I see the increase In your force of compress 
Like the destructive flood. .
But I can’t be 
A  person without words. 
I can’t be action less. 
I can’t be vision less. 
I am not suppose 
To end my life in between you, 
The walls. 
I have to reach 
The heart of the living spirit 
And have to burnish 
Everything around me.

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A Season of Flowers

The season of snowfall and 
frozen flowers of winter
had stepped on the gateway
by saying goodbye.
At last with the treat of happiness
and  with the pleasant 
and refreshing climate, 
flowers have bloom.
The smile on the lips of flowers, 
when the cool breeze flows, 
gives us a heavenly feeling.
The spring is filled with 
the joy and pleasure.
When this merry movement
get away by a adieu, 
we will depart this flowery season 
with tears to remain always.
Tell me nature
please reveal me the mystery
behind the spring.

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Bloody Field

By creating brutish atmosphere
Blood thirsty villains
Even if, the blood dripped
To the ground, 
They will be crimped to defenceless
Without able to defy; 
By retaining the pain; 
Even if they were inclined to darkness, 
Were ripped one by one
Only when the soul is separated, 
They left the pure hearted, 
Thousands of innocent's dead bodies
Laid above others
Blood percolate from each 
Thus, it becomes bloody field.