the sun has a destination and
to fulfill a dream and a promise
day and night keep burning for
making lives vibrant and colorful.
no remuneration, no reward, no
prayer, but a promise to keep balance
of the color of lives vibrant,  
but human beings keep amassing
for a luxurious life, take lives for
the accomplishment of cunning ends
they have no destination other than,  
they cut trees for personal ends,
they are depleting the earth slowly
for selfish ends, they sing-song of
their own glory, they tell their own
story, they held them high, gods nearby,
they held duties to keep their
deities happy,

come there,
if time have ever,
behind the mud house,
a tear of my eyes dropped  where,
come there,
for sake of love,
that separated there,
from your eyes,
drop a tear there,
so as you tear,
mingle in my tear,
unite may be,
separated love

a snake
struck in a water pipe
illiterate

River is running to meet sea,
Mountain for touching sky,
Bee for taking honey
Birds are flying high.

Snail on the leave of tomatoes
******* flower glaring butter fly,
Numberless cricket coming far off
Burning and one by one die.

Green fields full of crops,
Canal dancing near by,
Jumping monkeys in the water
Paddy fields, hovering on dragonfly

Melodious songs of shepherded,
Bleating of seep grazing nearby,
Burning fire siting around,
Touching rosy lips tea and pie,

Foodgreen mulberry leaves,
tender  shining flexible
blackberry leaves,
jumping up the young deer,
eating leaves some mulberry,
eating leaves some black berry,
drink water nearby pond,
delicious food spread all around,
at once, pounced upon  hound,
and a bullet from hunter gun,
the deer turned into food,

group of parrots
flying high in blue sky-
hope never dies

that blows in the air, tossing the leaves of trees,
touching petals of flowers, dancing with fawns,
that shines in the sun touches with rays,
spreading many colors, making the whole colorful,
that flows in every nerve, makes it beat,
balance every planet in the sky,
flows in mothers to look after kids,
make all creatures stick to the rules.

once again,
black mamba
of nationalism
is hissing
once again,
poison of religion,
injected in veins
of citizen,  

one again,
the free wings,
bird of democracy,
being cut by the,
blades of ,
religion and,
nationalism,

once again,
weapon of fear,
being used,
as fine spear,

once again,
crop of hate,
sown  in,
common fate.

once again
bread and butter,
is not a necessity,

once again
leaders are,
cutting crops,
hate and fear,

one again
players of,
hate and fear,
wining game.