Till now it reared me up well,
Though I have seen many a thing, dubious
And faced many situations difficult
In this world of lies, life is a hell
As I see every day truth to die
And many a life to go meaningless
Without a word, with out a fight against evils
And for this very reason
I see this world is dead
Yet I hope
My next part of my life
Would be nice and fine
In the battle field
Fighting out the odds
For me and the world, dead.
One day hopefully the future will be my present– -x-x- – – – – – – – – – – – x-xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx- – – – – – – –future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future future…
Still she belittles meWhen I go far away long.But I never forgetRather long for herWeird, tiredCrushedI rushBackToHerToShow my faceTo get backMy confidenceBut I feel betrayedBy my cunningBeauty queen,She shows meAs I am seenWithoutConcealingThe realityOf me.I throw her downOn the groundTo end our quirky pairFor ever.
even you know not that firewhich kindles without smoke.
In this way for long I hone my skill.Before my birth I did not knowIn a family of carpenter I am going to bornThis is surely what you may call my fate or luckI am not at all ashamed of being son of a carpenterNor I hesitate to tell you unequivocallyLuck always prevails over skill…
At first look,I was, too, glad and pleasedBut later I realisedThe poem was not up to the markAs it bought false praise and cheap flatterySo it did me a great harmAs the poem failed to earn bitter envy.
And this universe is his kingdomUpon us He drops His WisdomBy which we run our nationsJust imagineWho is the personAnd What’s the wrong with him to oppose it?ImagineThere is a God aboveAnd below some people are inspired to loveAnd prevent some to do wrongWho is that person to oppose it?ImagineThere is no GodAnd no hell…
