People All Over The World
Have Committed So Many Crimes,
That Nature Has Made Them
To Hide Their Faces In Shame.

So Wily Are All The Politicians,
Surprised Are Today's Academicians.
Hundreds Of Wily Might Have Died
To Give Birth Just To A Politician.

Love is that acute pain which all cannot know and tolerate,
Love is that happiness, which cannot be enjoyed by everyone,
Love is that tear, which cannot flow from everyone's eyes,
And love is that boon which is not in the luck of everyone.

Love is that sweet
which dumb eats
Tastes and enjoys
But cannot say what it is.

You’r exploiting the weaker
The same way
As you are being exploited
By the mightier in anyway.

And this vicious circle goes on
Where the mightiest reigns on.

If you want to break
This vicious circle
Then start at least
At your own level.

Bring a smile on
The face of a sad one
Bring hues to the
Life of a deserted one.

Agree what can one flower
Do in this vast jungle,
But remember
Your blossoming will
Be a great revolution

Seeing you flowering
Other buds will be motivated,
By your blossoming
At least a corner will be scented.

What’s the use of
Sitting hands-crossed
Better to do little
Than sitting legs-crossed,

So try giving a mild ****
To this vicious circle.
If you are sincere onr
Then see the miracle.

Then realise what is
Your actual existence,
A single tiny lamp
Disperses darkness
With in its range,

Is Each Person's Life
Not A Fiction?
Beginning And Ending;
In Between Tears, Cheers...
What Not?

If darkness could have been dispersed by lamps,
Who would have longed for the moon?
If one could live alone in this vast world,
Who would have longed for ***** chums?