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Tomorrow

Tomorrow 

I saw the dust of today
And I know there is tomorrow,
Sun will rise, or the rain will rule,
Or the clouds will dance and hover
Over the sheen village of mine,
But i wonder if I could witness their show
For tomorrow has its tricks I cannot behold,
Tomorrow will never be a good day
To forgive and forget, the gaffe of today,
Let today be the king.

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Love

If only we plant the seed of love
In the best portion of the land,
Tree of love will grow undoubtedly 
And would subjugate the weeds that grow along, 
Fluctuating weather,be it the wicked rain, or the scorching sun,
No matter the ardent mights they carry
No harm can they invoke and induce 
For the seed grew in the best portion of the land.
Doubt!you stay aside assuring aloof
For the certainty of trees growth is confirmed, 
And it's yet to bloom and glow.
Seasons! Come not near before the vain thy influential attempt become,
It's going to grow and bloom against the will of any seasons and climate, 
For it was planted in the best portion of the land.

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Departure

For the one last time we hugged
Whilst tears rolled down our cheeks,
Our heart longs no departure 
Neither choices leave us free.

We were to depart, no spells could hault
For time alone hath come for us.
We walk meters apart only to turn back
For the final embrace, I could feel; hearts sobbing as we embrace firmly.

Our tears could perform no blessings
Neither do our hearts, we let time alone perform all its duties we cannot offend.
We wave our hands bye,heart sings no farewell.

I walk down the road, so does the tears walk down my cheeks I cannot hold,
I turn back, caught her walking up
The road to her winsome hemlet.

On the lofty road side she stood, 
I could see her waving her hands at me,
For one last moment, I got to see her
Then the distance made us blind,
I hope that was not the forever farewell.

The faster we walk, wider the distance grew,
Our smiles bring less charms
And our laughters remained unheard,
Then comes the inner distance with the lapse of time.

Our promises wanted no more shelters in our heart,
It began to walk out and gradually fades away,
Our voices became unheard of which the song of our relationship remain unknown.

Like in a dreams we dwelled 
Not so certain about our promises 
And so was our commitments insecure,
She was true because fate matters
And it isn't our own makings.


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When I Was Born

My parents gave me life on my first birthday,
I wear no birthday suits on my body
And i was unclad in mind with no thoughts,
I saw things around,some lights glowing
And some cloths hanging from the rope,
Yet those things remained stranger to me,
I didn't know what actually they were
But they did conquered my feeble eyes,
I enjoyed watching light flickering
And cloths dancing along the tune of wind,
I was fed with the most yummy liquid
I cannot identify,a woman just gave me.
I could see a man standing besides me
As i was busy enjoying the fluid offered by the generous woman,
I could sense his rough hands 
Touching my heads with a smile on his face,
I could see some more eyes spying me,
They were talking i can't comprehend,
They were not so big like the man and the woman,
I was stupid, i didn't know woman was my mother and the man was my father,
Spying eyes were no strangers but my brothers and sisters.

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Hard Times

I bow down to the great Dickens
Whose name has touched every soil,
And whose art has touched every soul,
His  art "Hard Times" has travelled far and wide
When at last built it's castle at Sherubtse college,
Fortuitous me, met his art in the class
And heard all of its elongated tales,
And today I will tell you some of his tales.

In an industrial city named Coketown,
Dwells the well off man 'Josaigh Bounderby'
Who was a banker and a factory owner,
He had a pal 'Thomas Gradgrind'
Who was not only a politician by profession 
But also an education reformer.
In the school he owns,
Students including his children Tom and Louisa,
Are taught no other than the facts
Where creativity and imagination has no home in his schooling system.

Gradgrind adopts Sisy Jupe,
A abandoned daughter of the clown as his servant
And offers his own children 
Tom and Louisa to Bounderby.
Tom serves him as his bank clerk
Poor Louisa has her fate against her will
Where she has to marry him.

Stephen Blackpool, a descent man
And a worker in Bounderby's factory
Has been host for all miseries of the world,
His alcoholic wife invites all troubles
Divorce he yearns so desperately,
But Puritan law consents no wills.
And his secret feeling to 'Rachael'
Adds fuel to his afflictions,
Hard was the time for him.

Gridgrand now becomes the member of parliament,
James Harthouse from London comes
And under Gridgrand's guidance he bow
For he yearns to be a politician.
Too short his time has passed in Coketown
And too short he took to fall for Louisa,
Mrs. Spariat who was a housekeeper for Bounderby
Has stretch his arms to Harthouse
And together they try to corrupt Louisa.

 " The Hands", or the employees
Had thier heads United to form union  
Under the leadership of Slackbridge,
Together they want to wage strike 
Against their unfaithful employer Bounderby.
Poor Blackpool denied to take part
For he smells troubles ahead,
His neutrality was not a vain
For Bounderby wants him to spy other workers,
He deny to spy them either
When at last he was shun away by both.

His integrity has earn him no profit
Rather he lost his job.
He decides to leave Coketown
And Louisa gave him money
For she appreciates his integrity.
Tom too comes to him,
" Wait for some days near the bank
For help will come to you" said Tom
And he waited but no help arrive,
So he left coketown.
No sooner he left the town
Bonderby's bank was tereibly roped, 
Poor Blackpool became the lone suspect
For he was seen loitering around the bank afore he left Coketown.

Angered Bounderby lays all his strength 
To catch poor Stephen Blackpool
For he was the robber,
Bounderby's anger gets aggravated
When Louisa began to fight for her fate,
She left him, and went with Harthouse.
Louisa's action was like a Preacher
For her father Gradgrind learnt a lesson,
That his philosophy has imperfection.

Stephen, an accused robber
Comes back to clear his good name
But mets with tragedy on his way,
Into the mining pit he fall and suffered,
Too late did Pachael and Sissy Jupe saw him
For he breath his last shortly.

Gradgrind and Louisa learns
That Tom was responsible for robbery,
Off they went to sneak him out from England. 
Tom now pretends to be a clown
For the safety of none but for himslef,
Secretly they plans to send him away
But Bitzer spots them,
He tried to hault them for his gain
But all his effort went into vain
For circus guys help Tom away.

The tale is now coming to an end,
Bounderby dies of fit in the street.
Remorseful Gridgrand lives long
While Louisa lives not to marry ever,
Tom dies abroad with great remorse while Rachael lives caring Stephen's drunken wife.
All characters except the poor Sissy Jupe 
Had her worldly life ever 
For she married successfully 
And had her peaceful family.

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Don'T Wait For Sun To Make Hay

Don't wait for the sun to make hay

I waited for the waves to come,
Hoping to sail along on its back 
Through the green grassy meadows,
Where no feet and hands had ever touched,
Where only bluebirds and doves dwells,
All I wish, is to hear them sing
The harmonious song of freedom.

And yet came the tides howling from the south,
My frightful hopes flew away
Leaving myself aloof and deserted,
Only to surrender under her mighty force,
Only to realized that I have waited for too long.

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The Darkness

The darkness cries in terror
Where his life he has to end 
Upon the mightful summond of dawn.

The joys he enjoyed at night
To him seems like a nightmare,
For it lived not so long,not more than a dream he was having.

The tears in his eye sings no song of compassion into the heart of the sun,
Where in the world around him
Looks cheerful with the dancing dawn.

His heart longs no farewell,
To the world he dwelled the most.
He drew an indelible promise
Where in the end of lights reign shalt he arise again.

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Dont

Don't talk to me, 
Never will I hear 
For deaf was I, 
No melody, no extortion
Shall my old ears entertain,
So don't talk to me now.

Don't look at me,
Never will I see you
For blind was I,
No beauty is supreme
For my poor eyes,
So don't look at me now.

Don't smile at me,
Never will I smile back
For teeths adorns the smile,
No teeths I have, to smile back
So don't smile at me now.

Don't lead our way,
Never will I follow you
For my legs are tired for walking past 60 years,
No road shall I tread ever
So don't lead our way now.

Don't tell me you're young,
Never will you remain same
No different road you'll take,
Nothing remains same ever
So don't boast being young.

I may not see thy beauty
Neither hear thy melodious
Nor thy eccentric smiles,
But I'll always see thy beautiful heart,
So be kind and be true always.

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Hesitation

I toured the world in search of deepest cavern,
Into its dark core I yearn to build a castle,
To let my hesitation live the life of his own.
Too much under him I have served
From the infant dawn to the tootless dust, 
I have served him enough, haven't I.?
What opulent reward awaits me
For being his only loyal servant?
Procrastination? yeah! procrastination,
A reward of his good for nothing.

#Don't hesitate to do what you belive in.

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Darkness

When world sleeps,darkness dances in full delight with stars as its musician,
flickering fireflies paints beauty whilst snoring crickets celebrate 
Their opulent victory over the daylight,
Moon laughs at them from high above
And it joins the celebration, 
gentle breeze wakes up the sleeping leaves with its gentle touch, 
leaves dances and joins the victorious celebration whilst the scampering stream plays the pleasing tunes,
When all of them enjoys the celebration
And when no humans invokes battle against the darkness,
Peace ascends to the golden throne 
And rules the darkness calmly .