It's love
That binds flowers to butterflies,
Though the latter harm them.

Serve people
With dessert of love;

They won't ever forget your feast.

Waiting for joys to come?

Throw out sadness;
They want free space.

Don't wait for someone to love you;
Teach him how to love by loving him.

It's stiff competition
Amids people
To do better,
To get much praise,
To fill their coffers.

No criticism.
It's their nature,
Their heritage.

But the doors
Have nothing to prove,
To receive.

Honestly, sincerely,
They accomplish their work;

No disparity they make
Between the king and the pauper.

Like the courtiers
They welcome us,
And keep us safe
By standing
Like the commandos.

No applause, no respect still;
I'm sorry for their life.

Today,
I wish to honour them,
And set up this as a custom.

Kindly follow me
If you think it's a noble step
And have some feelings for them.

Once,
I put little jealousy
into my pocket;

My skin
started sheerly itching.

Then,
I smeared some petals
On the suffered part.

Today I feel fine.

Flute
Thy songs for God;

Joys
Will start pouring endlessly.

If you can't build flyovers
Do footbridges
Between you and others

Meeting each other makes life healthy

Love your pains
They make it easier
to achieve our dreams

At midnight, snappy,
A shadow, sable,
Appeared at the window;

Tapping, twisting,
Tapping, gazing,

Like a cobra it coiled
And vapoured

Like the steam
Over a cup of coffee.

Oh, it was my Fear,
In its body,
Of beating a cat.

It had sat in my mind
After I got to know

Prophet said:

"Don't hit the cat."

It was my Fear,
In its body,
Of beating a cat.

Each difficulty
          Is the gate to joys;

Enter it courageously.

Your criticism
                Fetches
Perfection in my work;

Kindly keep doing.