Shedding of blood
Rich man’s headache,
Poor men’s justice.
Water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish,
Fire is the only solution
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is lover’s desire
Poor men’s unbearable pain.
Din is the only right choice
To put forth your demand.
Dew is the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and the king,
Morning is the 1st step
Of that poor men’s sufferings.
Though i have been always there, upon her chestyet she did not catch my eyesand I,too careless to realizeher beauty and gracetill yesterdayfor a personal reasona long distance I had to travelso I got up earlyand at the nearest stoppageI caught a busrecently bought by the government and colored greenthe road was laid like a…
And make cloths look like newBut soft tears we shedTo clean the dirtAccumulated for longInside our heartTo look forward with fresh view.
Yet they will not listen to meOr will they read my poemsYet they pose here, as if, they the staunch lover of truthIn reality they are not, they all bluffThe reason is that when I start to say them the truthThey either run away accusing me that I am telling liesOr resort to ugly debateOr…
So beautiful a life can be finishedWithin a breathWhat a strange!Still love keeps going.
And qualitiesIs religion!God, where are you as a creator?If we have doubt inHell and heavenBut believe in youWithout thoseWhat creator are you?If we are bornAgain, againDue to our sinThen who resides inHell and heaven?Matters are to be seenAs they are creation,They want to see you,As the creator too.Unseen is nothing to themSo they accept creationWithout…
I wish I could give their descriptionBut I was fed somethingEven its name I forgetBut I wonderHow all the things I did rememberWhat I had done hereBefore my resurrectionHowever, I rejoice,One life two deathsYou should have given tooTo make this world beautifulBut a trick has been playedAnd played so wellThat the mystery of creationRemain unrevealed
