Tempering in the furnace of sadhna.
The path of sadhna full of mental conflict and crisis,
Bodily struggle, suffering and sacrifice.
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Only five minutes,
To light a diya,A candle lightOr use the flashlightOf your mobile,To show strength,Solidarity with,To stand united with.
What is a poem?
A thought, an idea, a view, an opinion,A reflection, a discussionIn lyrical, arranged or lucid words.A poem can be about an old diary,A poem can about an album of photographs,A poem can be about a drama seen.What will inspire when who can but say it?A poem can be Valentine Day cards,A poem can be about…
They proposed, but turned away from after it,
The promise which they made in the beginning,Exchanging they.They saw and saw, met and met, loved and liked each other,Went after following, in pursuanceAnd now when the work is done, they want to separate from,Can it be, can it be so?Is it love, can it be called love?Love is not love if it is full…
I do not have a home,
I keep loitering,Loitering about,I am a vagabond.The whole earth is my own,The whole earth,I do not have a home,My family not with,i am my own master.I am a vagabond,My life my not own,I am a vagabond,I keep loitering onThe ways of the worldAimlessly without any purposde.
I drank
And left herOn the footpathOf life,Did,Did IAny good?NowHow muchDevastatedLie IOn the pathOf life,You won’tBelieve.
After the death of my father,
All of a suddenNoticing a poisonous, deadly kraitInto the roomAt the dead of night,The snake with the red slick tongueWas licking,Branded and coal black,Coal tar black viperAnd after seeing itWhile switching on the lightHair stood on,The krait,The big krait shining blackAnd so horrible,Oh, terrible indeedAnd we calling,Calling to kill it!