At present
To be called citizen
Living as good human
The land is called heaven
Where we are happily driven
Share same ideals
And cheerfully feel
Even if not blessed fully
Life seems to be nice journey
No trouble shoots
Except we fish in with shouts
I call it my mother land
And breathe as free bird
Sing patriotic songs as I like
And ride on powerful bike
I give no other name
But claim
As my native
With peaceful intention to live
Generations after generations are carried onMany changes have taken place and time has goneIt has been divine wish to encourage the growthOverall improvement in morality and in general or bothIt needed clear foresight to provide the impetusThe nature is thus there to provide all inputsSeasons make change and everybody easily findsSpring definitely creates magic in…
Scaling the height with lots off lightI can’t bear it with my open sightIt was dark and pathetic lullNot a sound or movement in fullIt remained in control as if for longI was not sure of being right or wrongEverybody said “nothing is permanent”I thought and decided to go along for a momentMay be all…
You will see your steps are in complete beatsThere is forward going and no retreatDon’t you think life is to make believe?In whatever position we have to prefer and liveit may not be shortened or lengthenedbut think of him when fully threatenedWho are we to think why at all we are here?With his supreme position…
I suffer here with isolationYou have ended up the relationI offered you all my treasureYou were sureTo understand it as matureI took you as my bright futureYou soon had another thingYou separated me from holy ringYou went to far off islandTo befriend another woman’s endI waited here with wet eyesDaily dropping tears with desperate tryYou…
Act as per conscience and in conformityThere won’t be any cause to feel later on pitySome of the answers lie with natureThey are to be preserved for very sureNothing is done against its structureWe as human being will have to assureNow a day’s desert is experiencing snowIce winds cut across and blowSeasons are changing and…
For close embrace to holy landSee the part of cruel handSee the agony of parents?Who shall wipe their face?Oh God, little children are massacredMany were seen scared on floor and deadI heard anchor of showHow from today will we go?With same attitude and hear another blast?Where will we land and last?Thousands of my countrymen weepOver…
