A man thinks for those
Who can’t think for others
Pray for those
Who don't pray for others
Without knowing the foes
A man feels friendship with others
But
When he recognizes his hidden foes
He don’t try to make them friends
By
forgiving, praying and caring
With his splendid rays of character

Love is the essence
where roses live with thorns
no one rejected
no one hated
and
fragrance spreads everywhere

I am in need of home sweet home
Free of terror, without any error
as I need you and these all
Sun, Spring, Winter, Rain and Snow fall

After sixty years,
Easter morns
Still give me a
Resurrection.

Deceiving others is easy
But not a good deed
Deceiving own self is difficult
One who performs
Remains in difficulties all the life

A plucked and crushed flower
Emits the fragrance
and goes to the last mile
With a smiling and dashing face
At last!
It leaves rosy scars, behind.
As the victims do
With the message
"Do and Die for others"
"As the inner soul of a good one is always the good"
"There is no change coming
whether you oppose or appreciate
"As tears often turn into morning dews
and the morning star is the witness
The message chases the killer till his last breath
In such a way
When one conceives and feels
Neve can forgive his self
"As the impossible task in the world is
Forgiving own self."

"Who Is Who" is a study
and
Travel towards me
"Who Am I?" is the knowledge
But
Travel towards You
"What, You Want?" is a blessing
O' My Lord!
Bless Me

One who can not make change in oneself
Is it possible for him to make a change in others?
A flower that can't blossom
How can it emit a fragrance?
One who can't make determination
How can he find a way out?
One who doesn't know you
How can he talk about you?
One who can't struggle in darkness
How can he make a journey to light?
Morning is for those who've struggled at night

Poetry is alive
so
Hello Poetry
I'm happy with you!

A seed which was sowed in fertile land
Remains in the dark to some extent
And suitable environment makes it, "grow"
With great determination, water makes it, “glow”
And it declares one day, “The land is alive”
As the seed was alive
Alive one can prove the others' life
A dead one is not able to enlighten the souls
If you are alive
Prove it with smile
and your transparent inner sight
would be able to merge the light
at a concentric point of hearts of deserving ones
As an eternal light emitting heart can enlighten the soul
As it’s the heart which makes you dead or alive
So life is reflected by deeds not by pulse
And it’s no use of
Whether the blood runs through the arteries or not
Whether you take exercise or not
Whether you are wealthy or healthy
Life is something else
Life is something else
What makes an eye, seed can not try
What makes an eye, seed can not try

Son: “Can a wounded person be cured?”
Father: "Yes, but morally fallen persons cannot be cured."