Gifted with ingenuity
Men strode to search
For wisdom and proficiency
To reach peak
Of civilization, in pockets.
Blunted by ideologies
Of free and strangled States
And by demagogues
The vision narrowed
In fear of Demon of security
To which the best
Ingenuity driven; to gift
Unconcern of poverty at bay
To devise arsenal
To reduce civilization
And greenery of lives
To dust in minutes.
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Dear Future leaders
You are the nectar
Of life, for men
A link between
Present and future
You are the light,
Torch bearers for humanity
The force behind activity
Without you, the foundation
Of life, would not in existence.
You are the moulder
Of men thoughts
Truth and uninhibited
Things flow from you
You are the lover and loved
You call a spade, a spade
In proper perspective
With your power of innocence
And not colour it
As does the grown up:
Growing up, remember, these
For now, we have forgotten
Plunged into general pit fall,
You all need not.
As we love a
Flower, fragrance, its delicacy
It should be continuous
And lasting
Same manner, let do
Humanity as a whole,
Not fragmentary
Not creating divisions
As through pages of Earth.
Every grown up man seeks you
Every grown up man protects you
But how come
Men doing it privately?
Have succumbed to passion
Of power and mighty power
When facing the World.
In you children
Love is entrapped in abundance
In you, division not exists
For that is nature
For that is life of truth
For that is what it should be.
Instead of protecting you all
The world is at precipice of handing over
A culture of high technology
To decimate the very life
The Earth has provided
By incomprehensible actions.
Amidst, gloomy clouds,
Let there be sweet voices of you all,
Voices of innocence and brave
Love and infectious smiles
To extinguish the invincible
Flame of power
And bring harmony and peace
To live, thrive, and languish
For long, long, long ……………….
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The air we breath
The words we speak
The thoughts that drift;
That plants in the mind
The awareness that keeps
Bubbling the enthusiasm
The knowledge that unravels
The incomprehensible
To comprehensible and on…..
Are all the things
That do not belong
To us, but who?
It is He
The Self
The Universal.The message is clear
As the day light
Easily susceptible
The mind
Chases the deceptive
The objective
Nestling, nourishing
Tree of desire
And instinct.
Looking into
Star studded sky
The Sun, the moon
The mighty ocean
The mighty cosmos
The multitude living things
The nonliving
Yet all sutured
To perfection
Including himself.
Stands aghast !
Doubts hovering
Unable to delve deep
To find reality !
It is too vast
A world
To comprehend
By individual
It is too vast
A world
To behave to whims
Of individual
It is too vast
A world
To cater to absoluteness
Of individual
It is too vast
A world
To be true
Nothing belongs
To individual
It is too vast
A world (of choice or chosen)
Tumbling along
At HIS behest.
Searched searched
Every where
Not finding any where
Gone awry
Kindling
Everything thing
Coming in the way
For possession
Every moment falling short
Spending every renewed
Efforts
To chase the daunting
Things of control and power
More and more
Unquenchable till …….
Last moments
Failing to recognize
Deception
In the air of search
Residing in the shell
Of 'Self'.
How much !
Pounding you take
From dirty hands
Of men, the creature
You created.
On way absorbing
All the sudden wrought
With utmost care
And love
To preserve
Thy nature
With vigor
To all other creations
Who standby
Mutely.
