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Deepali Agarwal Sep 2018
Hush!
A knock at the death's door.
The hags squinted eyes to look at their new companion.
They gasped,
He was so puny, not compatible.

The walls mocked at him,
His steps echoing through the deadly hushed alley.
Subdued him by constant murmurs.

This was completely different,
People with burns, people with cuts,
Many had henious marks, flesh hanging loose from body.
He wanted to *****, but his body was off the limits.

The guards of death poked him,
Urging him to move.
The hall was stuffed, horrifying voices shook it.
'Ah! One more kid. I am tired of such cases.' The voice came from the centre.

'Explain, kid?' The voice was monotonous.
'I was to go heaven. I don't belong here.' He shrieked.
'You are not to decide where to go. There's no free will here.'

He was pious, always inclined towards good,
Then why such a harsh punishment.
'Kid you were mistaken when you wasted what was most precious.' The king said.

He wasn't wrong.
God had been wrong to him, giving him miseries at every path.
Did he do anything to suffer that much. No.

Living was better than dying.
'Millions more thought the same. And you belong to the same lot.
You had fifty more years to enjoy and look, now where does it make you land.'

A thousand years weren't a short period to ponder over his crime.
It pained him every time,
Thinking of many things he could have been a part of.
Some spontaneous decisions can make us regret for eternity.
Dibakar Ghosh Jun 2020
Life of millennials are so juvenile
A day they walk down the stars
A night they run through a beaconof light
Encircled by a drape concealing darkness
To baffle those minds with no clue left aside
With no hope to survive
Either to curb those filthy signs
Or to get chucked in broad daylight
Is this how those spotless minds
Keep their body & soul together
With lies and iniquity all together .

Life's so miserable and impolitic
All we do around is so hasty
With a bunch of ethics to live by
All we do to turn Equality upside-down
With a flock of literates heading through
Under the norms of monestry
All we do to be a cannibal out of misery
Is this how we dream of a paradise,
Where there's no humane ilk left in human minds.

What if a girl wants to live her life
And breathe the air under no ties
What if a lassie wants to be a bit sassy,
To fulfill every yearnings that come by
And to be around those masses
Who makes her feel devine.
What if a wife wants to outlive that happiness
Which she craves round-the-clock
Even after she pampers indubitably
Every requisite her spouse endures.
No matter what she contemplates,
Alas! Those desires land to oblivion.

This generation never fails to stagger
Even if she suffers and serves
Every needs of a man that deserves
And ease his pique even if he resents.
But a man never blunders to let her guard down
Frowns like a ruffian who got on the loose
Hit & slap her as if she's the lost cause
All he does to take control
Over his priceless possession
As if he enslaved a jailbird in his mudhole.

This mankind never rue
Slapping someone without a clue
Even if there's no rationale to go through.
Such a despisal is hard to ponder
Even if a girl neither hold out against
Nor cross swords against those odds
Till there's nothing left to lose.

Maybe it's high time,
One should stand audacious to those crimes
To stand tall against the ferocity
That beholds million lives
Maybe it's time,
To let go of those henious folks
That make their life miserably unknown
And oppose against those slaps
That make them devour,
As everyone's one and the same
In the eyes of the impartial law.
Hope this poem directs each & everyone towards impartial justice and seek out for a better tomorrow.
My Beloved Leader
My beloved leader Imam Hussain my heart's solace
I salute to you and to your small group of seventy two
When he decided not to submit the race of lawless
Being the true soldier of Allah he was determined to do
Whatever was the call of the occasion to establish writ
He and his group was debarred from food and water
But being hungry and thirsty they were fit and not upset
And then enemy attacked and sky saw man slaughter
Imam hussain fell down from horseback in the battle
Imam Hussain was severely injured went to prostation
This was the excellent action of martyrdom as example
His act of valor and wonderful elation was the salvation
Great Hussain will be remebered for sacrifice for times
His stand for the cause of Allah will bring all mercy
Yazeed will be cursed for his ***** designs henious crimes
Imam Hussain will be the symbol of virtue ,liberty
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Aug 2020 Love Remains
Blessed Regalia Jul 2017
If you want to end your life today,
Remember:

" A   *s k y
   i s   b o r n
Everyday, and dies the same. . "*

Nothing lasts the way it is,
In life, we continue walking,
Despite the br e e ze .
Never spend your years,
Digging the earth,
we do not live simply,
To find our p e a ce .
We breathe to yell,
And sing, the agonies
Deep our  s o u l  that stings.
We walk, to find a place,
Inexistent through-out space. .

In the end you'll see,
That what we are looking for,
Is not a   pl a c e   to   b e  .
It is L I F E  itself
And its  i ma g er i es,
It is the souls we meet,
and the t ** u s an d  lifetime,
Of the sky we see.
**** your time, not your life
Make it a crime, a henious one.
Slowly slowly, pierce your heart,
Not with daggers, not with swords,
Use your smiles, your words,
Your thoughts, . .
Make it reach,
Your s o u l   and  f o r m. .
Go burn those thorns
Growing on your head,
They are not worth your cause.
Liam Peare Jan 2019
Chaotic misadventures of yesterdays
Conquering the unheard lethal whispers of death
Violently shackled my life.

“Hallelujah!”

As the loving hands of our Almighty God
Touch of oblivion
The crimson thoughts and arts vanished.

The unworthy deed and madness gone.
“I am worth
For what I am will be the marvelous ending.”

Henious memories to hurricane of learnt.
Thia world is full of hypocrites who do preach practice none
The heaven has been changed in to hell for henious designs
The rascals play with poverity stricken people for sake of fun
They deliver lengthy speeches as guidelines to be as sidelines

Needy remain needy for two loafs of bread till they be dead
Rich are becoming richest what a mockery what a strange circus
Ailments and problems further aggravate situation to get  bread
This cruelity of the richest will detroy thembeing on purpose

Hidden corona has further aggravated the situation to prevail
Is this virus their to demean poverity stricken to remain in agony
And to debar them from the basic right of struggle not to avail
My Lord your slaves are in deplorable plight come to make free

Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyrights 2020,7,April Love Remains
Please Don't Expose Me
Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan
My love please don't insult me in front of rivals
As you know I love you from the core of my heart
At times I may be overpowered by love in trials
Our foes and enemies create hatred to make us depart

But they will not succeed in their ***** tricks
Becauswe our love chain is strongest to carry it all
Since we have created palace of love bricks by bricks
Please my love help me to be together on this love call

Let me and you not to give them any chance toexercise
Let us overlook our very many little fights to keep
Our rivals with their henious designs to just their size
Let us not to show them our weaknesses let remain deep

Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Oct 2020 Love Remains
Be a Unit
Individuals remain individuals in their vested interests
They can't be a unit to act and move on collectively
Their hearts do beat for their own need as it suggests
They can't progress and be prosperous unless free

From their henious satanic bonds and ulterior motives
They become dangerous for themselves for the nation
Hence they eat up themselves being really corrosives
In such type of circumstances how they can bring salvation

So it is good to be a useful part of nation for progress
Lest complete destruction comes to leave sheer regrets
So it is good to aspire for bless under any stress ,mess
So it is the joint honest ventures which bring forth assetts

Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Wicked Magicians
All those who practice have sold their souls to satan
For their ulterior motives and henious designs
Is this world is a brothal house or a place just forsaken
What guidelines are coming out with the signs
These are the rascals and ******* who worship vice
They follow dark shadows in sheer darkness
They don't know that what may be the real price
They are not aware about fate and sharpness
They play with the innocence of people as a sport
They dwell to bogdown in swamp to strange death
Hell is predistined for them as ultimate real resort
They will taste the results of evil till their last breath
For this transitory world they play magic to survive
I pray for their rewards to become a symbol a sign
They should be thrown to hell with their dirtiest drive
Their punishment should equate to their vicious line
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright July 2020
Don't Take Me For Granted
My enemies do not take me for granted
And donot depress me with assaults of satan
For your henious designs I be most wanted
I am in the company of Lord and not pagan
Your every trick has to be back on you
You will die the death of a deplorable soul
I am taken care by Lord thru and thru
Do not undermine me to take the control
May satan take your souls and to destroy
So that you will never ever find solace
I have not done wrong then what and why
You just put your disgrace on my grace
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Nov 2020 Love Remains

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