a vision to freedom
a vision to life
a vision with fighters
no vision to strife
a vision to win
a vision of smiles
a vision with thinkers
the vision till miles
these immoral visions
are visions of a god,
a god in a man
a man with no odd
the man is bappu
the father of the nation
who is a fine piece
of god's creation
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Yes, I am a bird,
But why can’t I fly?
Why I remain in this land
And am not in the sky.
For I have the wing,
And Strength to make it flap
But still, anything is left
Which bounds me in this trap
So I shall push the air
To get the body risen
And one day shall come
When I’ll touch the horizon
But what can I do now
Cause time is getting fade
I shall mold my fear
To make it a power blade
And then I shall pull the power
Which was kept so hidden
And slay my all weakness
Which should not be left forbidden.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
I am a vulture
flying in the sky
eating up my problems
coming in my mind
I catch up my faults
in claws, I coil
and bury them in ground
to fertile my soil
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
far away from the Earth
away from mortal creatures
there was a land like ours
to whom all were teachers
one was taught by other
and others by another
someone learn from a forebear
and someone from there brother
I feel if our earth would be like that
where all are equal and are dear
where evils have no home to exist
where no one has any fear
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
See its shine,
See its glow,
See its beauty,
How it flows.
See its nature,
Depends on its mood,
Sometimes calm,
Sometimes rude.
See its strength,
More than a king,
None can withstand it,
Whatever you bring.
See its goodness,
The goodness that it brew,
It takes nothing,
And give it’s all to you.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
OH GOD! i can remember my own past.
when i was slow and all were fast.
i can remember the days when i was small
all use to stand and i used crawl
OH GOD! i can remember my old days
when i played near bunch of hey
i can remember those days were shiny
when everyone were huge and i was so tiny
OH GOD! what i can see
i want to be
please send me back
to this old me
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
A cruel King was Angry a Day
He saw a blockage on his way
He called everyone on his Court
“Who is Guilty” he wrote
“I want person” he banged
“The guilty man would be hanged”
The roadmaker stepped out
“I’m not guilty” he did shout
It was not too small and not too large
It’s mistake of road incharge
Road incharge inspect and detect
But he saw that the road was perfect
So who’s mistake was there in it
Then who made that blockage pit
Then a perfect plan was in layer
Now the Majority will declayer
“King should be hanged” Every said
As he was cruel and was bad
The king was hanged just then
And was never seen again
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
cancer oh cancer please go
you **** people from head to toe
cancer oh cancer please stay away
you make a life of people hey
cancer Oh cancer go out from here
you can come from anywhere
oh word cancer you go from my tongue
or you will damage my precious lung
cancer oh cancer you say goodbye
you can set a person die
cancer oh cancer I am true
you are dangerous then swine flu
cancer is cause of tobacco
if want your life so say no
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
The world is connected with media
from Google to Wikipedia
Media has its own power
which can be felt every hour
Many task media can perform
like refreshing, updating and inform
Holding the world only media can dare
it can harm or it can care
If there is a flock from ruling side
it would be revealed instead of hide
These are the work which media does
they can sting or silently buzz
Media can attack or can defence
they can change people in their sense
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
After an earthquake, I fell down
from a City to a town
the transformation was so bad
Sitting on a chair I was sad.
Then a man came running while
his body action made me smile,
he is sit near me and offer a bun
his style of offering made me fun
he then called me majesty
he was my fan, i see
he said,"you were best at that chance
your good poems made me dance
you still are best you still are good."
His lines of fame made me Stood
I held a pen,
start writing then,
my words were hit,
and famous again.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC