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Rakesh Arava Poem
All sunny days gone
Lovely memories remain
sing a hymn.Amen.
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Rakesh Arava Poem
ALONE IN A GROUP
I sit gazing at the big box
With less work to do and many things to think.
The man next to me is busy at work so full
And a lady, anxious of her own looks.
The Secretary of the office is filled with piles of files
And is often on phone on the floor.
And I got nothing
But to think of all this what I look around in a group
The attendant falls in with a cup of tea
And all eagerly break their ‘busy’ work just to speak.
Some men and women stand and talk loudly
Not really to talk but to show that they can.
Among all, a peon stares at the ceiling only for just a minute
Not like me for hours together.
He whistles, chuckles and always carries a smile
Never is he seen in a mood so fascinated like us
And here, my gaze is fixed on the box
Like many on the Clocks
The Sun waved good bye
And all rose up from seats
Looked hurriedly at the door;
Looking at each other with smiles
Only just to say goodbye.
Good bye in a hurry!
The lights are off; the game is up
The game of playing together to win Loneliness.
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Rakesh Arava Poem
I met a hand with eyes but no vision
He touched me but only to fill his hunger
And I with a heart floated with anger
I wish I were a human
But not of this hand
I just asked one day but only within
The muscular hand was no less than a muddle head
In life it was panting for death
And I In death panting for the former
He knew he could free me
But his knowledge is destined ignorance
Alas! His heart pumps only blood, no care.
To my one day
I croaked to his deaf ears for years
But for one day
Neither a day is left nor a drop of hope
My heart pounced on request
And his on the lust to have me
I swam in his desire not in his concern
To my one day
I croak now to the world
Enchained in all this ego
Is there a hero out to rescue me
Oh I know the world is all a dark mirror of life
I know this just in one day
That my day has come
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Rakesh Arava Poem
In the order of this world
A day is born with sunrise and sunset
Is there a world that has itself
and not one to live in it?
Is there a language that has all words
Except life, care and concern?
Oh! Come I shall show you my next bud
Here is all life, all happiness, all wealth, and all weather
All ‘allness’; except yourself and your life
Tell mom that you have lived another day
That a ray of hope still survives
Show your sister this token of gift of Life I give you
That I am to die and you are to live
For one’s death is other’s life
There isn’t anyone to aid us
So let me die for our mean cause
To live
Oh! To survive in deed.
Break forth into joy
That you live another day
And into tears; to die another day
All Hail! All Praise! All glory!
Die another Day!
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Rakesh Arava Poem
Among the follies of mine
Born out the best of the worst
Calling itself a curse
Doing the deed of killing a plant
Enemy have I become to you O mother
Forgive my mistake!
Great indeed are your resources
Helpless now they are
Incinerated under my lust
Knowledge has betrayed me
Like it usually does in caring for you
Mute shall not my soul stay
Never again will I do this Big Crime
O mother I shall
Promise to pay
Respect to your wealth
Such that it shall stay
The treasure saved for the brighter day
Undoing every jab on a tree
Very humbly I say
With one resolution to see
X-ray of the sun
Zealous I remain to plant and not to pluck.
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