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I believed that women
are the source of love,
the symbol of care
and humbleness
the sign of politeness,
grace and poise.

But the history
is getting full
of such women
that truly changed
the way of thinking
about women
Over times many a womens' horrors
horrified the families
the societies
and the whole world
Over times many a evil women
are seen who enjoyed
torturing brutally,
murdering, and abusing
for one reason
or the other.

But the world always
tended to focus
on the evil of men
And the cry is made
For the womens' right
But what about the husbands
who are killed by wives
But what about the
children who are *****
by the arrogant women?
But what about the
men who commited suicide
because of their women?
But what about the
men who turned bankrupt
due to their interuption?
But what about the fathers
whose head stooped
because of their daughters?
But about the sons
who are left alone
to die on the streets
by their merciless mothers?

O wise women dwellin
in this vast world
tell me one thing
SHOULDN'T THERE
LOVING MOTHERS,
CARING WIVES
AND OBEYING DAUGHTERS
REMAIN IN THE WORLD
For the goodness
of the entire HUMANKIND.
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I respect my mom, my wife and love my daughters. I respect all womenkind and wish to be in the shape as nature has made. I wish all men be like a man and all women be like a woman that God Have made for. A woman whose terrible manner made one of my friend to commit suicide it made me to compose this poem.
Believe or not
Falsehood, suspicion, anger
Anger, bully, dispute
Unjust, pride, jealousy
Envy, deceit, backbiting
Abusing, exploitation, loot
Adultery, robbery, usury
******, curruption, treachery
Fraud, laundering and bribery
Eat up human virtues
Bring terrible ruins
Devour all faith
Lead to fall
And at the end
Push you into the hell.
..........BOOM............!
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20-07-2013
Pretty white heron
People worship black crows here
No colour works now.
Sing, sing O my love
I am thy immortal song

In thy tears and smiles
I dwell free without limit
In thy tongue between thy lips.
I'm waiting for the next spring to come
As the rose blossom appears
In her royal look in the garden
I want to see you put off
All those thick woolen clothes


In the cold dry and windy winter
I want you stand smilling sweet
Your palms wrapped around your bare.

To wipe tears and to soak your cracks
Let your beauty be revealed
And to portrait you in my mind
Mind not O my darling
If I am bit
impertinent to you
And forgive me O darling
Thinking I'm only your admirer
In the next spring I want to see you
In your thin bikini to learn who you are.
On the stage we are
Enjoy, struggle and regret
According to scene.
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The moon in my eyes
Often changes its face cute
To make me wonder.
O my past youth, come
I have date with an angel
Tonight at midnight
Let's sit and wait her together
Under chrysanthemum hedge.
Below the seasonal spring in the hill
There lies the dark wood full of shrubs
Of which there goes a rugged highway
Enclosed by high fences and muddy
Of which boot-less hippo enjoys
lurking eyes closed and careless
To the land of delight
growing grove of highly
esteemed miraculous fruit.
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Note: This poem brings multi-meaning.
As the sun in the day brings heat and light
As the moon shines with cool ray at night
As the herbs work to bring magical heal
Thy poetry walk amongst people with zeal
Approving deep feeling, beauty and grace
Exploring rich humanity's lost all trace
To waken up all the souls sleeping deep
To prepare them to fight the fates creep
To drain their unfathomable Niles of pain
To empower 'em and to free from chain
Let the poetry flow as the blood flows
Let in thy respiration love and joy glow
Thou hath to use the last drop of the ink
To write the last poem make people think.
Kee my heart with you
To ease your aching passion
I shan't take away
In this life lost dead body
See, there is no use of beat.
Seaguls are flying
Javed and Nora are no more
To see the surging tides
The two broken boats are now
Buried deep in the dry sand.
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Some days ago I saw
Thieves kiss thy pink lips for free
In front of my eyes
Thou set that high price for me
When I'm on the altar now.
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30.07.2013
Tonight snow flakes fall
With thy beautiful blue eyes
In the crescent moon
Thou shalt see me in white hat
Upon thy lonely planet.
The night is falling
Her eyes are gone from thee
Cry not O Ravi
There is no use of true words
When heart is burning in pain.
Dwarika, Bardi Nath, Puri and Raameshwaram
Are long said to be the holy destinations
Once in life time to travel through
To get free of sin they commited  
And to secure salvation for free
Among the millions set off for pilgrimage
At the end of the winter this year
Had left Mohanlal home
promising to come back soon
It's been but four long months
Every evening stretches his innocent eyes
And in little voice asks to God,
"When will my grandpa
come home from Char Dham?"
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Note: Char Dham- four holy hindu pilgrimage
When my fame is gone
They all will leave me to die
my love be with me
Lest who drinks your loves sadness
Lest who fills my cup with wine.
I drink day and night
Wine from my love's golden cup
Each sip with new taste
Proudless, shyless and fearless
Mindless, bodyless and heartless.
I tattooed
your name
onto my arm
your love
into my mind
And wanted you
to sit close to me
I tried to find
myself in your eyes
Holding you fast
In my arms
promised you
that I would never
let you down
To be different
from the world
You became violin
in the evil's hand
You found my world
useless and valueless
Crowds surrounded
to applaud you
to praise you
To consider yourself
the best of all
To caused me pain
to make me regret
to compel me apologize
You kept changing
As seven different
colours of rainbow
Now deflowered,
useless and dry
You say you gonna die
When you’re already
dead in my mind.

Diffent people have different view on love, *** and marriage. This poem is satire to those who look for a stick, when they are alone, in later part of their life.

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