Every time I sit On the peak The sky laughs at me . Every time I win the race The future laughs at me . Every time I look at her Her soul laughs at me . For I am not capable of Reaching those superlatives.
Yes The God was died I manifest That God was died . How can I believe That God is alive When his creation When his work When his adroitness All is going to be extincted? Yes God was truly died If not Why, His children are Dying of hunger? If not Why the love he made Shaped to abhorrence? Yes The God was died If not Why the human fabric Smashed to pieces? Yes I affirm that God was died long ago.
Yes it is Since he re publishes What he published Since he says "he was a poet" Since I loved him but I am not in love with him Since the essence of the past Now a stale commodity Since he is enjoying the glory of his past Yes it is The poet DEAD
When the mind Simultaneously meets with odds Overflights a hope of Cool breeze of discretion . When Truth is beaten Brutally by the world When This world is Wrapped by isms . When Fake and dual face Is treated natural ............................. The true stature Stood as a question.
In my dark night When I slept I dreamt that Dreams come to true . To contrast When I woke up In my bright day I came to know that Truth cannot be dreamt
The thoughts, that The society conceived Flooded into my life Making me a deceiver . The bliss, that My hallucination bore Streamed into the society Making it a tinsel world, that Deceived me . The agony, that My heart experienced Worded which I seldom heard
War is not to show patriotism But to show barbarism . War is not for peace But for distress . War can not win But can **** . War is not against a country But against people . War is not desired by humans But by weapons . Then why the passion for war?
Hunger - interminable Hunger for DEATHS . But no one can nerve To reveal the truth . Patriotism a guise Hostility the truth . It oozes the arms It bites the lives . Thirst of blood Quenched by death rattle
I don't want the society Where hunger lingers in Where agony pours on Where bias spreads its wings Where alms are needed Where begging protudes Where there is a place for Both exploiting and exploited Where fallacies beat the truth Where sympathy wanes . But I want only the place Where there no hunger for love Where there is no hunger for equality Where there is no discrimination
No need to rush To the graveyard It is the place of patience Awaits you Live your life Enjoy the ecstasy Who smiles your smile If you pass away? Who feels your pain If you're not here? We all have our own way To get our duty It is your duty To animate your life No need to rush To the graveyard It awaits you.
It's heard The voice of wounded souls Of dying destitute Of those who embrace hunger Of those who consume The produced brutality In the heart Of the unjust world . It's heard The voice of wounded souls But being neglected.