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Pain of Corruption

One day spoke corruption
Bitterly to reputation
What a time has come
Totally unable I’m 
To create a sensation
And heart filled with gloom
In a tone lost in dream
Spoke he
There was a time 
When I had a special regime
I was the grace of kings
Crowned with great attention
I was the hobby of the rich
With feathers of glory
To my cap stitch
But just look at me 
How small, how frequent
I have become
Every poor and wealthy
Every weak and healthy
Boast of being corrupt
And of all the worst
Even a leader
Have become 
My greatest breeder
Just look here and there
Ah me! Everywhere
Everybody has been using me
Oh that! I could have died
Before watching
My life’s ugliest side
I have left no place
To go and hide
Oh my great God!
Help me lift forever
For I cannot bear
Such a painful cheer
Look how the media
All over
Tearing my tender soul
And my delicate heart
Holes in the whole
I have left no place
To hide my ugly face

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This Is My House

That is my house 
So sweet so lovely
Very old but every
day 
Looks new jolly
After long tiring
work
Its gives me a
sensation of
Cool lovely garden
Among my loving
children
And smiling
intimately hugging
My sweet wife
A mate of my every
life

That is my house 
So caring and so
possessive
To attract me from
anywhere
Into its safe care
A place where
I sit into deep
meditation
With the Lord of my
creation
Blessing me with His
glare
Of heavenly cheer

This is my house
Which I erected
Brick by brick
Layer by layer
And watched it
taking shape
Year by year
Like my own children
Who perhaps will
never know
Through how much
pains 
We two had to go 
To give them a
shelter
Full of safety and
love
Yet we feel a
satisfaction
That its every
dimension
Tells a silent story
Of our true
dedication

This is my house
Which will tell our
story
Of love and
affection
To our coming
generation
When we would be no
more
But our souls will
anchor
Here to watch our
children
Living happily
As a family
Looking
satisfactorily
At our portraits

Note: This poem has
been selected by the
Lost Tower
Publication
         To be
published in their
book 'Eastern
Voices'.

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That Is Humanity 1

I laughed aloud
To look at the strange
Action of a mad man
Who was standing
At the edge of the road
His expressions 
Were changing rapidly 
But suddenly
My laugh had a brake
And my heart became grave
Curiously, surprisingly
I saw his face
And on it 
An illegible trace
I felt something 
In my heart
Laughing at me
It was none but humanity

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Human Dracula

In this world of modernity
The worst curse is poverty
A poor often thought to be 
A blur on the high society

For the wealthy assume that
The world is their monopoly
And the poor down trodden
Is for them unwanted tragedy

But who has made the poor
It is unjust indiscrimination
That gave birth to poverty
And all the social alienation

You cannot become a rich if
You don’t know how to suck
The blood of simple fellows
To let them to ground stuck

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Accept My Invitation

Accept my lovingly invitation
To my humble hut mansion
But by your kind permission
I dare to politely mention
Only a sweet condition
That a true affection
In your heart’s sensation
For my tiniest dimension
And a pure loving sensation
Without a blinking confusion
You must bear in every direction
For, it’s not just an application
But it’s a like a cute creation
With this inner realization
House is a combination
And a sublimation 
Of Godly presentation
And an honest distribution
Of all attributes’n purification
Please leave out all the hesitation
At this affectionate destination
But beware of alienation
Make a determination
Please no alteration
In your faith and passion
For, it is God’s declaration
To grant a heavenly reception
To every humanity’s compilation

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Insurance To Insurance

Look at that man strong and stout
Determined, brave he is a soldier
Wandering as a lion up and down
With sharp eyes and on shoulder

Watching into the silent dark of  
As if want to catch into his sight
Something hidden or suspicious
Happening in the terrific war site

He is determined to his decision
That he is anyway going to alter
The tide of the long ongoing war
And makes himself ready to altar

He feels pride in the zeal, bravery 
And spirit shown by their corps
But he gets gloomy to remember
How his friends turned to corpse

He alone creeps on his four limbs
To show the enemy his own chest
He is not a bit afraid of the danger
His purpose is all the same chaste

He checks for his bullets and gun
Because they are his complements
In this blinding dark and silence
And they won many compliments

He moves with the joy and sorrow
And shows the courage so decent
The troop of enemy has to retreat
And is forced to make a descent

But unluckily exploded a bomb
Made that selfless brave its prey
Do not mourn his glorious death
But for his great soul let’s pray

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Mothers Day Gift

I wish my mother 
To give a nice present
On this mother’s day
But wonder
Over and over ponder
What I should give
To suit her dignity
And her and her affirmation
To endure 
Every pain for my sake
She gave me shape
And cared hard
So that I can see this world
She sacrificed her days’ rest
And nights’ sleep
To stop me weep
Her quick affectionate eyes
Wandered all moments
To keep me safe
From unhappy incidents
She waited in worry
For my return from school
And did a hurry
When I needed body fuel
Even when I was married
She felt joy
But was deep in heart worried
Thinking whether
The new lady
Could be so efficient and ready
To care of what I like 
And all that I dislike
I wonder 
When she thought for her
Rest and comfort
I cannot find 
Any worldly thing 
That can serve as a gift
For her matchless effort
Only I can present 
With all my strength
I wish to serve her
For rest of her life
May God Grant me
Senses all fair
To be fair
In her care

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Dirty Culture

Often we talk of our
rich culture
And ask the
generations of
future
To follow it with
heart and soul
And to be proud of
its trends all

But some things make
me confused
For these trends are
often abused
What are the things
to be proud of
The things to be
preached loud of

Should I follow the
culture that teaches
To oppose the other
religious preaches
To oppose the
languages of others
To oppose the
sentiments of all
brothers

Should I feel proud
of the culture
That treats the
women like a minor
That harasses her 
in a brutal way 
That is ready all
the time to slay

That highlights the
caste discrimination
That never cares for
the respect of
nation
That feels joy in
smashing the weak
And deceiving others
to reach the peak

 If all these are
good things of a
culture
They will not create
a human but a
vulture
To be uncultured I
would prefer
Before following
such a culture

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Letter of An Unborn Daughter To Her Father

(09/06/2015)
My Dear Father
I pray to God almighty
For your all round safety
But how can I say
I am quite well
For, I have come to know
You want to get rid of me
Even before my birth
What a sorrow!

I know, you love my elder sister
Rain your blessings on her
Day and night take care
For her well being

When God Almighty
Selected you as my father
I felt glad beyond extremity
But alas!
I don’t know
What happened to your humanity?

My soul wandered
Through thousands of creature
Before I got the privilege
To have a birth as human being
I have waited for thousands of years
To come to this being 

How can be you so cruel 
To your lovely daughter
Don’t let me go again 
To wander into various creatures
To face hellish fire

Please let me have a birth
Just only once
I promise to be as graceful
As my elder sister
And to brighten your name
Under your affectionate care

Only Your Daughter
If you wish

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Why You Mouse

Oh my goodness!
Are you really a mouse?
So why don’t you explore
My house
Where are your four feet?
To run fast through street
You don’t even take a stride
Only keep on sitting
By my computer’s side
How strange!
You don’t have any hole
And don’t hide away
To see a cat’s goal
You neither cut my clothes
Nor break any bowl
How simple your life is!
For you never cause
During silent night’s bliss
How can I say?
You a mouse anyway
But wait
Let me think and say
You cut a lot 
In a document’s plot
You have a tail so long
That enters into
A hole called slot
Although your role 
Have changed over all
For you are in a modern age
Of computer’s craze
You can enter
Anywhere in a computer
You can cut you can role
You can hide without a hole
You can run you can pause
This why
You are a mouse