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I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
We returned to our lands
Ages ago
With bright yellow discs
Hung on our necks,
Pride of our nation's glory,
Celebrating.
I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
What happened to you?
Are you deaf or blind?
Or awaiting a signal to stop?
We returned to our lands
Ages ago
But I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
A flaming spirit behind
Driving your worldly desires
To glorify the nation
Shattering your own limits.
We retured to our lands
Ages ago
Quiet and silent
We rest sitting here
Meditating. . .
I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
2018 March 15
A company grows
Fabulous and rich
In sixteen years,
Just considering you dead.
Another grows
Fabulous and rich
In sixteen years,
Just considering you living.
You remain still,
The living dead
For sixteen years
At the same account
Is it called "Karma"?
‏2018‎ March 14
If I remain,
Wish, never alone
But merged into nothingness
In the vast emptiness above.
27-2-2018
Read the flames,
I implored
They smiled.
Read the flames,
I shouted
They cheered.
Read the flames,
I ordered
They sat around me in a circle.
Read the flames,
Read the flames,
Action, Action, Action!!!
I wept.
They danced around me in celebration!
Read the flames,
No action,
Read the flames,
Read the flames,
No Action,
I prayed and
I prayed and
I prayed.
Annoyed at my silence
They picked me up
And threw me into the flames!
2016 August 17
With the sharp sword raised
High upto the sky,
"Into the Fire!",  
He ordered.
They all went in.
The blazing flame in his eyes
Prompted his quicker senses.
"Retrieve & return",
He shouted.
They obeyed in silence.
Looking around he felt
The only shock in his life
The sword thrown away
He sat down and wept.
The crowd looked on anxiously
Their vision was perfect:
A heap of ashes!!
And a hungry look on every face.
2016 August 14, 09:30
My sorrow,
Silent, unexpressed,
Burns me alone.
Expressed,
It burns millions.
We relieve nothing,
Share nothing.
Mere words,
And on gadgets
Having no feelings!
27 March 2016
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