For you:
One more evening I with steps aimless
Wandered along with a heart restless!
Every tree that I faced among the woods
Pined for my beloved with eager words!
Every gay cloud that passed overhead,
Your absence rendered them so sad,
Drifted away with its rich hue grayed!
Every little bird that crooned and preened
Seeing again this loner, wistfully mocked!
Without you did I look so wicked?
The moonlight in the paths so spread
With delight bridging heaven and earth,
Time and again your name uttered!
Behind the bushes the Koil hid,
When it cooed, in the song you hide!
Aren't you there with me, I wondered!
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Unholy is this band:
How bad can it get in this land !
Ploughed it Janaka only to find
The child Seetha in a box of wood
Smiled the child, to the King waved
Such indeed is this holy land!
When venomous creatures had
Venom on their tongue and mind
How can they be pure in hand
Animals which two legs had
And passion to kill so bad
Smashed things holy of this land.
Taught the people morals bad
Thoughts holy which people had
Brought to decay see how sad
Men so bad, women too had
None too holy thoughts, so sad!
Man wants woman on demand
Then kills her in a small second,
Gone waste! Years of love,
Years of life, years of strife!
Perverts call it retrograde
Only to paint old things bad,
And call all that was holy
Rude, vile and silly.
Put a cloak of respectability,
Just to cover up cruelty.
Come Indians, find your mooring,
Come out of this
sin with a bang
From darkness into light shining.
SOLILOQUY of an INDIAN GEEK:
You, who sowed the seeds of dreams,
Now taste the fruits of our schemes;
"Reach the heights," your words rang true,
In these skies, we found our view.
You yearned for us to roam abroad,
Yet in our grasp, the world we've awed;
You called the globe a village small,
We've walked its paths, both one and all.
Don't mourn the dreams of days of yore,
For new dreams, we now explore;
You cast blame upon our quest,
Yet castles rise at our behest.
The wheel of time, it won't rewind,
Let's move ahead, with hearts aligned;
What's past is past, no need to dwell,
Together, we'll script a future swell.
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@(Just for fun)
Ignorance:
When you dwell in a shell,
And believe it's quite swell,
Then life's truly a hell
Of a comical spell!
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