She is very beautiful
And very thoughtful,
In a cabin with boyfriends,
All sit around her chair.
She laughs, and they
Clap; she shakes hands
With them, they talk
All day, joking and playing
All day. But when
They come out, they discuss
The way she behaves
With others. I hear them
Saying she has no good
Character, she is selfish.
Her smile creates wounds
In their hearts, as her rosy lips
All dream to kiss. But
Her character, they say,
Rings an alarming bell.
Their hearts fill with hate;
They are like wolves or hounds,
Wanting to hunt her, fearing
Her character, and hating her.
Their love for her is fleeting,
Like a flash to a bear or grass to a deer.
They keep close to her
And feel hate if others see her.
If she talks with some other
Fellow, they deem her character
Low.

They were enemy of each other,
And drop bombs on my heart,

They were enemy of each other,
And tested bombs on my heart,

They were enemy of each other,
And run armies and bombers on,
My body, destroyed flowers,
Tender, innocent creations of mine,

If a body is tied with chains,
Surely, one day it may be free.
The dictators know this,
So they devised books,
And bound the innocent
Within their minds, with words.
For words are tools that can bind
Every nerve of the mind from within,
And later, the body.
Surely, such a body may never be free.

It is my duty to ask for sorry,
For the behaviour other hurt,
As, I have a palpitating heart,
Under the bones of my chest,

It is my duty to say sorry,
To all whose heart bleeding
As I hurt, and at me gazing,
Impropriate harass saying.

It is my duty to say sorry,
For giving wounds so deep,
For the eyes forced to weep,
Filth of my heart to sweep,

they don't like bread and butter,
praise and like guns say better,

they praise leaders who advocate,
to have guns and bombs or rocket,

hunger for food is no more they feel,
what attract them more is war smell,

no waterfall, no flowers, no leaves,
no animals, no culture but war scenes,

fascinate them, it is becoming a ruling,
passion for them, pleasure of killing,

they like something bold and drastic,
they feel creatures are doll of plastic,
  
sometimes they justify to religion's sake,
sometimes they justify it nation's sake,  

are they made for destruction by God?
are they Shetan's creation against God?

you were,
and I was,
and the darkness,
as blanket wrapping,
us in its depth,
the brightness,
of you heart,
and brightness,
of my heart,
the stars who were,
peeping in you and me,
the innocence,
the love,
the fear,
and separation,
your heart,
and my heart,
dancing upon the waves,
the tears,
the emotions,
you were,
going deep,
through my eyes,,
in me,
and I was going deep
in you,
through your eyes,
the angel and fairies of,
love inspiring,
to you and me,
souls from the bodies,
came out to meet,
were it you or me,
or love.

We worshiped Gods,
The fields destroyed,
By the monkies,
All the crops are davastated,
By the pigs, peacocks,
And We worshiped Gods,
Wheat standing in the fields,
Thrasted by the hails and rain,
In few seconds,
And We worshiped Gods,
Insects, rats nimbled the maze,
Graineries have run out of,
Children demand food,
And We worshiped Gods,

Am I a seed of grain,
Or am I whim of brain,
Am I materialistic pain,
Or am I for spiritual gain,  
Am I sprout of seed grain,
propagating in the  rain,
Am I  wound of endless pain,
Or I am a leaders capitalists fan,
Am I a ceaseless source of disdain,
Am I traveler forgot his last refrain.

Who killed human more in the world,
Who killed human more on the land,
The pandemic, the wars, the nature,
Who is biggest destroyer on the land.

Dictators irrigated land with blood manure,
for the blood massacre was a frolic play.
Street dogs, jackals enjoyed along vulture.

Pandemic played with human cat and mouse,
Villages to villages, all villagers  eaten,
The Streets were haunted  and all house.

The land, the water and the mountain,
All made the villages and cities barren,
Human faced everyday nature's disdain.

But human killed more human and more,
In the name religion, in the name of nation,
In the battles, in the courts and in the war.

work day and night,
full mussel and might,
no rest it makes waste,
those are poor who rest,
work day and night.

if you work, nation,
will progress towards,
sky, and wealth will be,
high, become busy bee.

the flowers and the colors,
the emotions and child, wives,
what fascinates you, hinder you,
make  poor and timid you.

work hard and hardest,
advice of a greedy capitalist,
there is no gap between ,
leaders, preachers are twin

A man gazing,
Sky full of stars,
The day's scars,
Painful, soothing.
Another workman
Saw him passing,
And struck his head,
Uttering,
"This fellow commits a sin
By not working and just
Resting."
And punished
For the future of
Capitalists.

you are my enemy,
or I am your enemy,
you are my friend,
or I am your friend,

where are you and I?
are you, you, or am I?
if friend, you are in me,
if enemy, you are in me,

you heed " I" to be you,
if not, I exit will not you,
we are not two, you or I,
either we are you or I,

whole universe full of I,  
what is called you is I,
self is always in you,
I am full of self as you.

You are free, but they have freedom.
You are free to fly, but they have the sky.
You are free to fish, but they have the sea.
You are free to swim, but they have sharks.
Are you for them, or are they for you?
You are free to think, but ideas are theirs.
You are free to dance, but the song is theirs.
You are free to wish, but the choice is theirs.
You are free to bloom, but the color is theirs.
You are free to live, but life is theirs.
You are free to die, but death is theirs.