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ends with the same color

   

  War

  First one ended leaving second one’s trace

  If the third one starts

  There will be no fourth one on this space

  Study of Life

  December 29, 2012 at 11:06pm

   

  Study of life

  There is a lot to be learnt

  All different minors and majors

  Neither cheating nor turn

  Until you complete

  Never stop turning world

  If you failed to do so

  You will burn on and on

  Once you have completed

  No more life so and so

  The Burning Desire

  May 12, 2013 at 7:12pm

   

  I’ve been waiting so long for this day

  Waited so patiently

  To fulfill the destiny

  My burning desire

   

  I have done everything I can

  With my maximum effort

  To travel through the road

  My burning desire

   

  I have made so many sacrifices

  One way or the other

  To overcome the obstacles

  My burning desire

   

  I have taken the toughest decisions

  One would dare to make

  To achieve what I need

  My burning desire

   

  Yet, there is nothing to do

  Like it or not

  When one’s done, another comes

  My burning desire

  The odD One

  July 2, 2013 at 9:29am

   

  I don’t understand

  These people I love

  People I care about

  When I show them love

  They take it as a joke

  When they show me love

  I’m not absorbed anymore

  When I teach them something

  They totally can’t understand

  Someone else teaches them

  They show their interest

  The most lovable person on earth

  Hangout with the least person I like

  I don’t know why they don’t see what I see

  What comes next and what brings trouble

  The way they look at me

  Is like I am the odd one

  Like I don’t fit with them

  Yes, I don’t have my own car

  Nor any other paper written my name

  Or an account filled with dollars

  But I have something what most people don’t

  Right inside my chest

  Too bad those others can’t see it

  I have patience, I surely can wait

  Till someone to find what is inside

  And say that I am not the one who’s odd

  But they are,

  And they are the one who make things wrong

  The Ostrich who complained the God

  January 18, 2013 at 10:12pm

   

  All of my fellow friends are flying but not me

  I have strength, but not enough long wings

  May be God must have been made a mistake

  He might have forgotten to make my wings better

  My friends say ‘we can see the whole world up there’

  May be it’s time for me to have a word with the creator

   

  ‘Why, God why I don’t have wings like those who fly?’

  ‘Why, God why I can’t fly so high?’

  ‘Why, God why I am different than others of my kind?’

  ‘Why, God why you don’t make me right?’

   

  Once I have done my crying

  He replied me with an answer I have never expected

  I turned back and went to see my kind

  And when they asked, ‘What did the God say?’ I replied,

   

  ‘My dear Ostrich, I gave you a long neck

  So you don’t need to fly so high to see the world’

  ‘My dear Ostrich, I gave you strong legs

  So you can run anywhere on this world’

  ‘My dear Ostrich, I have given strength

  To stand up yourself’

  ‘My dear Ostrich, don’t worry about what you don’t have

  But make a good use of what you already have’

  The Visa Centre

  December 22, 2012 at 8:06am

   

  Officer: Name?

  Columbus: Christopher Columbus

  Officer: Your purpose of visiting here?

  Columbus: I’m looking for India

  Officer: Well there is no India here,

  You may return to your country

  Columbus: But I found this country

  Officer: Come again?

  Columbus: I…

  Officer:

  Mr. Columbus,

   

  This land belongs to people

  People who were born with nature

  And treat nature as their mother

   

  This land belongs to our great ancestors

  Great ancestors who were born with nature

  And those who died with nature

   

  This land belongs to children

  Children who are well-nurtured and mannered

  For those who heir to the future

   

  This land belongs to the world

  World that we all have been heft for years

  Like a father who gives his child a shoulder

   

  This land belongs to those who deserve

  Those who share what it has preserved

  Equally, to everyone and all of us

   

  This land belongs to you as well as us

  You may share it, keeping the rights and trust

  Don’t try to write it; neither it’s yours nor ours

  Till the Moment Comes

  May 12, 2013 at 8:21pm

   

  It’s a blessing

  No one knows the time

  But, why me?

  Why do I know mine?

   

  Though it is too late

  To take all back, what I’ve done

  Though there is no turning back

  To re-write my fate, for the people I care about

   

  Missed my impish childhood

  Wasted my loving youth

  Hatred towards the old

  Like I never become one

   

  I wish I have a second chance

  I wish I can erase my past

  Spend some time with my wife and child

  With my old parents, drink some wine

   

  Darkness arrives

  Dimming the light

  Till the sun goes down

  Till the moment comes

   

  It’s a pity

  No one knows the time

  If they do,

  They don’t have to whine

  Tragedy of Dollars

  May 29, 2013 at 6:53pm

   

  Hunger, cannot bear

  Thirst, cannot ignore

  Breath, cannot avoid

  Dollars, cannot deny

   

  Searching for money

  No plan to halt

  Reaching the top

  Making more foes

   

  Hunger for dollars

  More than the real

  No time for wife

  Or for the only child

   

  Thirst for money

  Always the same

  Never look down

  Path of the fame

   

  Breathing the greed

  No love to feed

  Feeding the sleaze

  No way to flee

   

  Search
for the dollars

  Halts when you halt

  All the money you earned

  Cannot buy what you want

   

  Learn from your hunger

  Feel how they feel

  Spare with those who need

  Feed them indeed

   

  Thirst will be the guidance

  Where you need to heed

  Everyone will timeworn

  Nobody can escape

   

  Breath is your serenity

  There is no hurry

  Spend time with family

  Share your love and bliss

   

  What you think what you want in the beginning

  Won’t need much when you reach the ending

  What you take when you leave is what matters

  Do what you please, spend good time, and smile with others

  We All are Grasshoppers

  March 11, 2014 at 2:42pm

   

  We all are grasshoppers

  Who sing and play and dance

  Transfixed by blinded eyes

  Unaware of what may come in days

   

  Make use of what we have today

  Not thinking of tomorrow or another day

  What we see green we eat and destroy

  And replace them with impenetrable decoys

   

  Yet no hint of those wise ants

  Who kept for them and for their lads

  Of course, we'll think when the storm comes by

  On that day, we all starve and die!

  Welcome to the Graveyard

  June 14, 2013 at 11:49am

   

  Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!

  Welcome to the graveyard

   

  Good or bad

  Pick up a space

  This will be your last chance

   

  Big or small

  Rich or poor

  Tonight we share the same yard

   

  Black or white

  Brown or yellow

  Share this pillow with all lads

   

  Young or old

  Skinny or tall

  Today we see the same dream

   

  Higher or low

  Heavy or not

  Now we are on the same place

   

  Grime or pure

  Choice is not yours

  Together we face the same fate

   

  Cross or a circle

  Moon or the stars

  Our journey ends on the same bed

  What If?

  September 23, 2013 at 4:23pm

   

  What if your brother really hates you?

  For a stupid little fight once you had

  What if your brother really needs you?

  Will you turn your back, like others in the end?

   

  What if your sister cried for no reason?

  And lied to your mother, afraid of beatings

  What if she really cried because of people,

  Who try to filth her pride and burn her future?

   

  What if your father asked you a question, million times?

  Would you blame him a deaf, who couldn’t hear?

  What if he had repeated the words, million times?

  Until you discourse the first word, that you ever learnt

   

  What if your mother asked for another bread?

  Would you shout out, ‘Well, isn’t that enough?’

  What if she had fed you, empty stomach?

  Just to keep you away from hunger

   

  What if your grandpa, wants to open a jar,

  Would you scold him for being so feeble?

  What if he said, he lifted many heavy bags

  Just to make sure, you carry your own school bag

   

  What if your grandma wants to tell you a story?

  Would you remind that she has already told it hundred times?

  What if she told you, that the story she was telling,

  Once told to her by her grandma, before she died?

   

  What if your lover, waited for another kiss?

  You didn’t see it, because you couldn’t read her eyes

  What if she said, she is happy and pretend?

  Would you be able to see her tears, under her smiles?

   

  What if your best