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V P Mahur Poem
Fairy of spring when flies high
To the core of the heart of green
Sleeping buds yawn with a sigh
Ready to create a magical scene
To welcome their loving queen
The earth lays a soft bed of grass
For her feet so soft and delicate
And the evening brings in a glass
The wine of love from the fate
To welcome at the hearts’ gate
The colourful butterflies go zoom
In the fragrance of heavenly fresh
The twittering of cute birds bloom
Newborn flowers like shiny flash
The lovers leave away the gloom
And sit under the green of doom
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Mother is a word
Always to cherished
Mother will live forever
Even if
The world is perished
It is said
There lies a heaven
Under the feet mother
Lovely and flourished
But I think
Mother is a galaxy of heavens
Away from tearing demons
Mother is the face of God
Where doesn’t lie
Any fraud
Her love is the only true love
Mother is Almighty’s soul
And we are
Small fractions of it
Mother’s blessings
Is even wished by gods
Her true devotion
Is the path of salvation
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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
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