The
Lame
Can't walk on his foot
But he can walk through his dream

It doesn't matter how much sad you are
How much happy you are when sad matters in smooth functioning of your life

The only thing that will redeem a loser
Is he must have the same strong desire to win as he was having it before the defeat

Walking through the dark wood
I much wonder what it feels to be
Like an orphan fawn in its density
When the situations are the kite in wire
And the wind too lashes with its leather
The fear of meeting with the howling lion
As it crosses the rivulet or is there
To slake its thirst in summer and in night
When insomnia strikes hard and no moon
Is to speak to or to chaperon to other side
How to find food and whence in the day
And if stumbled upon, the errants scowl
Too loud that it has to retreat for its breath
Life in the meadows too is confinement
When parents are lost and loss is eidal

When you are on top
Don't forget to respect small things
Because they are the foundation of your success

If you live green
You will be green and as green as
Green is green and you know
That green is pious green!

If you live green
No predator will hack the tree
And its promising children
Who bear and carry our joys

If you live green
No Partridge will kick the bucket
At his bow for his daily sport
And its offsprings will play

If you live green
No colonization at lawns and crops
And the harvest will prosper full
Satisfying our sheer needs

If you live green
Life will be evergreen as it was
And  It will be as same as God
Wants us to sustain it for its lustre

God gave us language to connect people
Not to create disharmony and violence

Ashes, scattered
On the roof,
Make their way
But roll back!
The wind hibernates.
A solitary kite
Is taken aback,
And too depressed
To lie down.  
A host of pigeons
Coo in low
As they wait
for the sparks.
Something is amiss.
We know
How life begins,
But don't when,  
And between them
We float,
Catching zero!