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Charity starts at home don't we say?
Be kind to your kith and kin come what may.
A family's not only your safe haven
Tis pals your very own roots
Water these shoots with love devoid of hate
So they bear you sweeter fruits.

Maybe you'd say that's not so easy
but perhaps that's coz you just too busy
Or your clock just don't chime
for quality family time?
For if you can't make time for a letter or a hug
Then let my poem give your conscience a gentle tug.

And if this may sound like a very preachy homily
Deserves much more mention and affection the family
If you can make time for so many other things
some of them not even worthwhile
Try discover the happiness family brings
Just a tad modify that routine lifestyle.

My words in crystal clear clarity
sing compassion is likewise a charity
Charity need not be for strangers only
Find out who needs help in kindred and family
Ties of kinship severe not
Value the relations you've got
Your siblings, cousins from your family tree
and all else that you call family.

What supports and buttresses your family tree are your very own roots
And what keeps the tree living on are your beloved offshoots
Love and regard is quintessential to reaping  sweeter fruits
My cover pic reflects my newest poem, it's selected from the Internet
Loved you when you were broke
Eased you when you were sore.
Existed through all the infliction
To make you an addiction.

Too solicitous to behold you
Well that’s the path I’ve travelled through.
Endured enough with utmost tolerance
That I Can ever take your absence.
Loved you when you were broke!!
समक्ष युद्ध की शक्ति नहीं
ये कायरता का वार है
शांत सहृदय वीरों को ये
दुश्मन की ललकार है
समय नहीं अब निंदा का
अब बातों का ना सार है
भूत भगाना अब लातों से
देश की यह हुंकार है

हमला करते मासूमों पर
नर जात नहीं ये सियार है
रक्त बूंद के बदले को
अब हरेक सिंह तैयार है
रक्तबीज के संहार को
माता अब तैयार है
वीरों को अब कोई न रोके
जन जन की ये पुकार है

चैन से कोई सोये अब न
वीरों की चीत्कार है
अंगारों में हाथ है डाला
अब मचेगा हाहाकार है
सीमा पर अब होगी होली
पास में ये त्यौहार है
तब जाकर के मने दीवाली
अब तो आर या पार है
In muddy waters
Divine and pure, lotus blooms
Leaves shimmer dirt free
All Apps Un-installed
Hard disks wiped out
Operating System lost
System Shutdown
RAM cleared
BIOS destroyed
Object Id Retained
ROM info Retained

Hardware burnt to Ashes
Or left for Micro-organisms
Scriptures say, Sages re-iterate
Believers believe, others disagree
Object ID may be Reborn
With new OS and Apps
Or there is another possibility
Object ID gets destroyed
And witness Moksha
Free from further rebirth and deaths

Sorry this poem is not on Computers
But I am sure, it's about Humans
Smart Humans, Mortal Humans
Bound to follow the System of
LIFE, DEATH, RE-BIRTH
Until Moksha comes for Rescue
System. Who Made This System? Could Anyone Hack this System? Bypass this System or Break This System? Really a Big Question
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