It's the era of selfies.

                 It's the era of selfies

Conversation has collapsed.

                 Joys are under the rubble.

Time to toil and toil

                For rehabilitation.

The wise are waiting

               For the rescuers.

Boundaries
Can stop our footfalls

But our hope has wings

One drought of encouragement
Through self service
Is the best nourishment

It's inspiring
When a child
Sparks a smile
To the person
Who gives it
A chocolate

It's really difficult
But I'm trying my best
To seek his forgiveness
For she cannot breathe
When he is outside the wall
At just scolding
For his a wrong work
It's really difficult
To persuade him in this era
Where children are parents
And parents even not children

You cannot call a cucumber a rose;
But you can prove the point
That your fingers are roses.

I hope you understand what I mean.

It's a tragedy!

He said,

On being asked

For a paltry amount

For food,

"what have you done for me?

Don't demand money;

There's no rupees-trees

In my house."

It's a greater tragedy!

I'd educated him

By toiling harder,

Eating, wearing

Very meagre.

It's a much painful tragedy!

I love my relatives
Because I live among them.

Love all those
Who are attached to you

It's great wisdom.

It's the hope
That does not shake and fall
Though many storms strike thousands of things

I don't trust
These brown leaves,
Moving at my feet
To and fro;

Ahead, they're waiting for me,
The young leaves;

I mustn't take a pause
To my journey.

The person
Who has no passion
For anything he does

Will always be
On the losing side

Keep walking in the sun
The shade is hidden in it

Animals don't drag
Their tails;
They carry them
In their palms.

When the pains patter
On my head
I don't cry in public;
I patiently wait
For the happy moments.

What God gives us
Is never useless;
Everything is the seed
For everyone.