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Àŧùl Sep 2016
Aaj ke bacchon mein hi nahin,
Apitu badon mein bhi sanskār,
Naammatr ke bach gaye hain.

Not only in children of the day,
But even the grownups lack it,
Ettiquette is just for namesake.

Andar se wo aadar bhaav gūm,
Aur haan gūm hai satkaar bhi,
Badon ke liye sammān gūm hai.

That feeling of respecting is lost,
And indeed is lost that hospitality,
Elderly are no longer given the place.
Foundation pillar-shaped bilingual concrete poetry.

The Hindi language poetry means the same as translated into the English language in the lines that follow it.

HP Poem #1154
©Atul Kaushal
One's beliefs alone
make One nary better;
't'is One's behaviour
which shows One's true nature.
Lua  Mar 2014
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Lua Mar 2014
Recalling that scheme,
Sleep was obsolete,
Allowing my common sense admit defeat
Because, true, it isn't a game and no human is a machine.
And I see that I wasn't the one you meant to mistreat
But the more I recollect, the more I refuse to believe
How I could let myself drown in so much grief
That I agree that for some reason it was meant to be;
My life is pages in a book or scripted movie scenes.
Years memorized into weeks
To help me develop ettiquette and physique
That allows this lady to manage what she seeks
But, yet, still she cannot seem to conceive
How you could lie and deceive
Your other half that is me and still have her feeling somehow guilty
Because without us, we will all be rendered incomplete.
And why should I be the one to guarantee
That you'll be able to complete your end of the responsibility,
Break your disease of a previous routine
That revealed a decrease of my own self-esteem,
To the point that fear was a factor far too extreme?
How are we now going to proceed
And actually have something we both can achieve?
There is a way we can both succeed
And it's through the love that you rinse and repeat
To ease through the struggle and agree
That you need to taste the sour before you feast on the sweet.
Unfinished. Raw emtional feels..

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