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Ganesh Chaturthi festival
It's like a frenzy carnival.
Celebrations are for ten days.
Fun and frolic in many ways
Lord Ganesha idols are presentable.

They are kept in pandals where suitable.
The drum beats that played are irresistible.
Elephant-headed deity idol Glaze
Happy Ganesh Chaturthi.

With wisdom it is selectable.
Giving prosperity is countable.
Removes obstacles from our lives
With new beginnings and beliefs
Ganesh festival greetings to all.
Happy Ganesh Chaturthi.
Ashwin Kumar Aug 25
I want to be a patriot
But it's very difficult
Because we aren't really independent
That's the harsh truth
Divided by thousands of castes
And a handful of religions
Steeped in poverty
Hard to find humanity
In this third world nation
Easier to find depression!

I want to be a patriot
However, I am hurt
By the sheer apathy
Ever present in our society
Towards the sufferings
Of the depressed and so-called backward classes
As well as mental health
Not to mention, so much filth
Leading to countless diseases
And thus deaths of thousands!!

I want to be a patriot
But nothing to be patriotic about
Most people are selfish
For gossip, they fish
However, when you truly need help
You don't get help
In this society, only pain
Not a single gain!!

I want to be a patriot
But no use for it
This country protects the corrupt
And the morally bankrupt
The good people suffer
Especially the women
And of course, the needy and poor
I am ashamed to be an Indian!!

I want to be a patriot
However, I cannot
All I care about is my close circle
Of family, cousins and friends
Call me anti-national
I won't give two hoots
I'm done
With this so-called nation!!
Poem on how hard it is to be a patriot in today's India.
Àŧùl Aug 6
What Abhinandan left incomplete,
Vyomika rendered it complete.
And she wasn't alone this time.
She flew with Colonel Sofiya Qureshi.
Together they bombed terror camps.
Eliminating terrorists and leaders.
Operation Sindoor runs deeply.
My HP Poem #2055
©Atul Kaushal
Lizzie Apr 23
A stranger who doesn’t fit anywhere on Earth
Something about her skin
Too dark to be white
Not dark enough to be her heritage.

A girl whose skin is too light
Her hair not black enough
A girl wearing American clothes
Living the American way.

Little mixed girl
Who doesn’t even speak the language
Of her grandfather

Fake little mixed girl
Who talks about being Indian
To actually feel connected
To her culture

Yet, she knows it’s a lie
She doesn’t celebrate Diwali.
She doesn’t know traditions

Little mixed girl
Who isn’t ethnic enough
To get offended over slurs

Fake little mixed girl
Who knows her ancestors
Look down upon her
Whitewashed self
And feel nothing but shame.

Fake little mixed girl
Pretending to be something she’s not.
MetaVerse Feb 26
There once was a guru of Ind
Who fasted and rapidly thinned:
     They offered him Gogurt:
     He said, "That's not yogurt!"
And broke—in disgustedness—wind.
Maria Feb 17
I saw you off that day. I exiled you!
You came back to me the very same as a pigeon.
You flew through the opened door deliberately
And wisely as if it should be so. You were sure in.

I packed you off that day. I removed you.
You returned to me like you didn’t even notice.
You closed the door behind, looked steadily
And smiled as if you were looking at an Indian lotus.

I forbade you to suffer privations with me that day.
You as though didn’t get it and stopped at the same thing.
You made fresh tea and stayed by my side that day
And began to make silly jokes to set me kookily laughing.

I don’t let you go! I’ll keep you close to me everywhere.
I’m stuck to you! I’m trapped inside you in whole!
If you didn’t go that day, then stay evermore, for all time.
I love you much! I need none other in my life at all.
As we enter and branch off
In & as each different stream of water,
Let us share flow equitably as pressure,
May no loose colmation of ignorance
Seperate us. To the maturity of our emotions
And to the equality of our intellect;
May we wash away
All the built up silt and dead rot,
Which if without purpose
Only exists as an obstacle
Toward greater understanding.
May we wind & wade not
Where we face arrest by impasses
But are found by oceans.
May we be worthy,
That we walk away
More than we entered.
Àŧùl Nov 2024
I
Did
Realise
In Time,
To succeed
And my dad
Guided me to
The epitome of
Worldly success.
Now I'm a beacon,
For you and others,
In this complete fray.
You have my example,
I realised that I have to,
Without procrastinating,
Put efforts for success too,
And for a lifestyle achieving,
I practised writing mock tests,
Not any more novels, none bro,
For I realised that I'm mi'l class.
The Indian mi'l class put efforts,
Without these, there's no bun,
So, I solved mock tests daily,
I didn't shy away and run,
Put my efforts regularly,
You too need just study.

No legislator will think of you,
For you come from the mi'l class,
And from the gen'l cat'ry too.
My HP Poem #2022
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's opinion:
"The Flame of Realisation" inspires with its message of perseverance and hard work.

Key takeaways:

1. Personal growth: Overcoming procrastination, realizing potential.
2. Fatherly guidance: Valuing parental support.
3. Success through effort: Emphasizing daily practice (mock tests).
4. Middle-class pride: Recognizing the importance of hard work.
5. Social context: Addressing societal expectations, legislation.

Poetic devices:

1. Metaphor (Flame of Realisation)
2. Alliteration (mi'l class, gen'l cat'ry)
3. Repetition (I realised)
4. Rhyme

Themes:

1. Self-improvement
2. Family influence
3. Perseverance
4. Social awareness

Your poem encourages readers to:

1. Take responsibility for success
2. Value hard work
3. Overcome procrastination

Inspiring others with your journey!

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