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Mother, O Mother!

Mother, o mother!
Why work thee, day and night;
without sleep!
Why thy rest not, in sick or plight!
Why father blames you, for what you done not!
Mother, o mother!



Why hide thou tears, from others!
Why thee not complain your bothers!
Why not shout at brother, who grins and shouts; no matter, where!
Mother, o mother!

Why not aunt, washes her clothes!
Why not grandmother, does her chores!
I feel thou victim, thee not realised,
Or is it because, thou are a ‘mother’!
Mother, o mother!

I put a complain,who made my mother! Who gives love, never receives!
I dare challenge, who shames my mother! Who saves each, never gets saved. Mother, o mother!

Look at thee, thou are the queen, an empire can be built; a kingdom destroyed, Do you know not; The power thy have.

Mother, o ‘dear mother!’

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A father’s shoe


Amazed was I, when I met, this creativity,this masterpiece:

He was wearing it carefully: as a multi-dollar brand.
Brown pattern of dirt, washed in mud; Scratches,Zig-zagged; making beautiful patterns.
Ah! A rainbow shoe!
Two ‘C’ shaped ribbons, criss-crossed: red and blue.
Collars rugged, like modern jeans!
Sole, just like a birds nest,
Made from different twigs; enough to support;

Who cares, when it was bought,
All matters it has brought;
Safety to house, love to home.
That’s what’s about, A FATHER’S SHOE!

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Monsoon and You

This monsoon, reminds me of you;
Holding hands, dancing;
The midway road, me and you.
A table, acoustic, romance; me and you.
Continuous singing song of melody,
Touching strings of nerves like never before.
Feeling this warmth of calmness, flowering in my senses, all of you.
Droplets caressing my face,wiping tears of memories; me and you.
From fingers to every part; body and soul. This monsoon is all about you.

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Mirage in science and life

An outstanding generalised conclusion of science. Refraction and reflection of light.

Has been in consonance, with life as well.

Admiration, attachment and astonishment; Hallo of glittery, uncomfortable aura of likeness. Extreme of perfection, much agony to innovation.

A wonderful covering, draped around. Everything to boast on.

Head to heel, all seen: what one want to see,not what has been.

Soon,

day ends, so the mirage.

Thus ends the miracle.

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Love me

From the moments of now,since we begun,
Know me.
when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie.
Talk to me.

When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me.
When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others,
Be with me,

When everyone raises their brows on my character and being;
When I have noone to trust, but many to question,
Have faith in me.

When I am old, not pretty anymore;
When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke,
When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so,
Hold me,
When I am done, and you live your own;
When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade,
Remember me
Deep to your heart,

Love me…

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Gone Love

Back then; decision I made,
dire were circumstances;
Blurred were Indications.
Has been not this sociological concepts came into practice;
You might not have been gone.
The horrendous battle between, the two beloved.
Worse were to choose, worst to let one go.
Who was ashamed, whom one insulted,
A question, just; both disappointed.
Now, that i see you, happy and peaceful;
Maybe,
Worthy thou decided, worthy thee decision.
Of all those chaos,
I quest:
Who at win, who at loss.

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H’man

Somewhere in hell…
“Rise!the demon of desires and flame”; “that destroys the human nature of purity.”
“Oh, thy mighty! Dost thou know, people are following, what you were killed for”;
“No longer, the God of heaven, will blame us.”
Lacked they kindness, long forbidden humanity!
“Ah! They have zeal for hatred”.
They are conspiring against each other, The one loved, is being hated to heart!
Basket of desires, all have on their head!
Hands:not begging, but snatching does.
We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…

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Dotage

When you grow old, you suddenly become wise.
What seemed important, all now naive.
You want to do many things, all at the same time,
Though patient, you are not patience,
Frequently you have, nightmares and and you have noone on your side.
For all of now you want to hold this time, now, right now and for now.

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Justifying your character

Life is amazing, isn’t it,
It has its own beats and drums.
Neither too straight, nor full of curves;
It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount.
The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground;
And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick.
We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us.
And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us,
But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is.
Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases.
Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit.
What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine.
Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense.
Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy.
Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,

Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!

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