SLAVERY
choice of every economy

look face of army officer,
it is not like a rose
glory of which fall and arose,
it is like a stone
as  hardest as is face
of a civil officer
never change
as not changing face
of elected representative
time has no effect on
those faces
the faces are immortal
as every lifeless thing.

Raindrops beating the floor
Fog is drinking the nectar of the soul
Sun is napping on clouds

Birds are talking to leaves
Trees are drinking the nectar through roots
The sunlight playing with clouds

Humanity flowers scorched
By ultraviolet rays of capitalism,
Humanity's dreams are broken,
By the darkness of capitalism,
Capitalism spreads its net of dreams,
Dreams entrap all innocents,
All lose their life in dreams,
The dreams never come true,
The dreams in installments,
Of needs to make dreams true.
The voters elect the representatives
But for capitalists,
works for themselves keep them,
Omnipotent in all ages,
But they are more and more
Powerful in This age.

I lost my moon
in the darkness of
your starry night
i sung with some
night birds,
and i lost in milky way
of your eyes.

Science knows the miracles,
Only science will know God,
One day,
It is only boat towards bay,
Science is curious to know,
As should be a devotee,
To search is whose duty,
Science who brought miracles,
Out from the matter in the world,
A scientist is purely a devotee,
who keeps searching and lost,
In subject and absorbs in the matter,
As a devotee ought to do,
Devotees are now leaders,
And scientists are now devotees,
But there are some scientists who
Keep searching the matter,
Wherein one day they will find,
The God omnipresent particle,
The matter is manifestation of God,
The way towards the ultimate truth,
Matter is for all creature, Matter
Is full of creations, creations are
Full of miracles, miracles are ways
Towards the creator,
The religion a way inside only inside,
The outside where takes you inside,
The science is the same way,
From matter, from miracles,
From observations takes towards,
Same destination.

Oh death ! your are mother,
Of all philosophies, it is your,
Color that makes life precious,
It is your secret, that makes,
All gods so holly and devotees,
Full of devotion, it is magic your,
The life is always fresh and pure,
You makes earth free of demons,
It is you who makes way for angels,
It is you who creates storm of fear,
It is you who makes old dearer,