Stars dazzling in the sky
Hanging in the galaxy
In dark black vaccum
From billions of years
Waiting for someone
To give them a new space
With colour sky

Strive for success
Success is refraction

Refraction is mirage
Mirage in desert
Desert of desires

Run for desires
Desires after desires

No rest from desires
No water for ******
In mirage of desires

Nothing for rest
Rest for body
Peace in mind
Love for soul
In the world of desires

Sit in the solace
Of your soul
To free from mirage
Mirage of desires

Two days were left
For my marriage
Every one was busy

Relatives were talking
They were joking

Some were cooking
Ready for feeding

Dustbin was full
I took the bin
Went to clear the tin

Suddenly I stopped
One life was breathing
On the heap of dumping

Too weak to walk
In state of gasping

I went back running
Brought a basket of canning
With a cotton clothing

To give cushion
To a young puppy

My relatives disagreed  for keeping
If it died
It might bring misfortune
"Throw it out
From where you brought"

My mother said nothing
I fed the life drop by drop
With a dropper

Till evening to our surprise
It came out from basket
It was moving

At night
It went to its bamboo house
We covered it with soft piece of cotton dhoti
To keep it warm
In that winter night

I checked twice
During that night
It was sleeping right

At early morning
I tried to take it out
But it was motion less
And breathing less

Every one told
To dump the body in dumping place

But how could I?
I was mother for one day

We buried not in hurried
In the soil
With few prayers
To make soul free
To rest in peace

In the following lines find five basic elements of life, five senses and their five functions

Close your eyes
Feel the love in air

Inhale the air
Let your nose
Smell the fragrance of rose

Touch the earth
Feel the moisture in layer

Find the molecules of water
To let your tongue
Taste the spices in nature

See towards sky
Give ear to hear
The sounds hanging in atmosphere

Smile to sun
Let  the rays enter in your skin

When you sit alone
In the solitude
To find the oysters
To get pearls of thoughts
From ocean of mind
To write an art

Every single pin drop
Creates ripples of disturbances
To dis create the fine art