See its shine,
See its glow,
See its beauty,
How it flows.

See its nature,
Depends on its mood,
Sometimes calm,
Sometimes rude.

See its strength,
More than a king,
None can withstand it,
Whatever you bring.

See its goodness,
The goodness that it brew,
It takes nothing,
And give it’s all to you.

a vision to freedom
a vision to life
a vision with fighters
no vision to strife

a vision to win
a vision of smiles
a vision with thinkers
the vision till miles

these immoral visions
are visions of a god,
a god in a man
a man with no odd

the man is bappu
the father of the nation
who is a fine piece
of god's creation

I am a vulture
flying in the sky
eating up my problems
coming in my mind

I catch up my faults
in claws, I coil
and bury them in ground
to fertile my soil

In a platform of a town ,
stood a king with his crown ,

he said "we have never made a fest ,
but today would be the best",

colours would be as the toys ,
for old ones young ones and for boys ,

the fest was held for years and years ,
bringing close the enemies and dears ,

one day a king came then ,
laying his kingdom like a hen,

he stopped the fest and made people work,
he thought he was the best and all were ****,

but the family can't tolerate,
they want Colors on their gate,

they struggled,fought and killed the king ,
with words of color they sing ,

yellow is sun and white is dove,
only the colors that we love.

cancer  oh cancer please go
you **** people from head to toe
  
cancer  oh cancer please stay away
you make a life of people hey  

cancer Oh cancer  go out from here
you can come from anywhere

oh word cancer  you go from my tongue
or you will damage my precious  lung

cancer oh cancer you say goodbye
you can set a person die

cancer oh cancer  I am true
you are dangerous then swine flu

cancer is cause of tobacco
if want your life so say no

A cruel King  was Angry a Day
He saw a blockage on his way

He called everyone on his Court
“Who is Guilty” he wrote

“I want person” he banged
“The guilty man would be hanged”

The roadmaker stepped out
“I’m not guilty” he did shout

It was not too small and not too large
It’s mistake of road incharge

Road incharge inspect and detect
But he saw that the road was perfect

So who’s mistake was there in it
Then who made that blockage pit

Then a perfect plan was in layer
Now the Majority will declayer    

“King should be hanged” Every said
As he was cruel and was bad

The king was hanged just then
And was never seen again

OH GOD! i can remember my own past.
when i was slow and all were fast.

i can remember the days when i was small
all use to stand and i used crawl  

OH GOD! i can remember my old days
when i played near bunch of hey

i can remember those days were shiny
when everyone were huge and i was so tiny

OH GOD! what i can see
i want to be
please send me back
to this old me

After an earthquake, I fell down
from a City to a town

the transformation was so bad
Sitting on a chair I was sad.

Then a man came running while
his body action made me smile,

he is sit near me and offer a bun
his style of offering made me fun

he then called me majesty
he was my fan, i see

he said,"you were best at that chance
your good poems made me dance

you still are best you still are good."
His lines of fame made me Stood

I held a pen,
start writing then,
my words were hit,
and famous again.

The world is connected with media
from Google to Wikipedia

Media has its own power
which can be felt every hour

Many task media can perform
like refreshing, updating and inform

Holding the world only media  can dare
it can harm or it can care

If there is a  flock from ruling side
it would be revealed instead of hide

These are the work which media does
they can sting or silently buzz

Media can attack or can defence
they can  change people in their sense

Yes, I am a bird,
But why can’t I fly?
Why I remain in this land
And am not in the sky.

For I have the wing,
And Strength to make it flap
But still, anything is left
Which bounds me in this trap

So I shall push the air
To get the body risen
And one day shall come
When I’ll touch the horizon

But what can I do now
Cause time is getting fade
I shall mold my fear
To make it a power blade

And then I shall pull the power
Which was kept so hidden
And slay my all weakness
Which should not be left forbidden.

far away from the Earth
away from mortal creatures
there was a land like ours
to whom all were teachers

one was taught by other
and others by another
someone learn from a forebear
and someone from there brother

I feel if our earth would be like that
where all are equal and are dear
where evils have no home to exist
where no one has any fear