Don’t ask pain from me
I won’t give it to anyone
It’s for me and my shadow
If you want happiness
Search in you,
If you don’t find
Then you won’t find it anywhere.
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Don’t ask pain from me
I won’t give it to anyone
It’s for me and my shadow
If you want happiness
Search in you,
If you don’t find
Then you won’t find it anywhere.
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Who painted night as dark
Can you give some brightness?
Give some light at night
Deeds, brought to light.
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I wish to see a human
A human with humanity
A human without cruelty
A human with generous love
A human without hatred
A human with kindness
A human without ego
A human with integrity
A human without pride
A human with self-respect
A human without narcissism
A human with empathy
A human without sympathy
A human with loyalty
A human without pessimism
A human with compassion
A human without favoritism
A human with perseverance
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I met an old rickshawala,
A commute for the middle class
He talks openly to everyone
Trips start in the early morning
Passengers are guests for him
He treats everyone with respect
He is not getting paid from some
Taking advantage of him is usual
With knowing everything, he helps others
He is the only family livelihood
Despite all, he works harder and harder
Daily wages, fills his children stomach
Daily wages, for his wife treatment
His goodness will be noted from above.
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Dancing little ones
Talking constantly
Wonderful tap dance
New beats, sweet songs
Beaks sounds,flapping wings
Songs becomes noise now
At last, they called me out
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Too heavy, rainwater falls
Dripping roughly
Sounds complicated
Unnatural rhythms
As I step outside
The falls hurting me
Hard to open my eyes
For some, you’re a song of love
For some, you’re a song of agony
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When I write
Many don’t understand
When I write
Many don’t accept
When I write
Many don’t read
When I write
Many don’t see
When I write
Many don’t see my happiness
When I write
Many don’t see my pain
When I write
Many refuse the truth
When I write
I’m talking to my friend
I will continue to write….
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Triplets on road
Three girls together
Two are thick friends
One rides alone
Two talks many
Third joins them
Complete silence
When two enjoys
the conversations
Strange avoidance
The third enjoys
the loneliness
She accepts denial
New lessons
Phases of life
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Beautiful granny
Plucking holy basil
Holding a basket,
Filling leaves inside
She is smelling the leaves
Smile blooms on her face
Her white hair drags one petal
Thread and leaves together
Garland around Krishna’s neck
I’m standing beside the basil
Where is granny now?
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I got a plain canvas
I filled with red and black
The color of world
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