Keeping them in thrall long after he is gone
He tied them tight to the past
Squashing their youthful spirit
And forcing them down the same tired path
He took to follow for himself
His tricks are many and branches are big
The saplings need to take a changing course
For their own survival and identity
At every crossing of roads
They must slay the overbearing tree
And disparage his legacy
To live and shine with their own individuality.
looking at the groundI see in the sky nothingis at static except mewho stand still, I decidedwhen I was a young notto run or wait for a trainrather the train wouldwait for me, those trainshave moved fast butI remain behind, nowI wait for trains but theydo not come, where havethey gone and why?Motion with out…
Before their namesPut me in utter confusionWhether their formal degrees are in medical scienceOr they have done PhDsWhatever it isI have no problemBut if they want us to take them seriouslyThat is for us a big concernIf academic qualifications make one an excellent authorThen all the vice chancellors would have been a magicianWith their stroke…
AnywhereIn friendshipIn loveTiered and shatteredWhen become motionlessYou slowlyGive me powerTo realizeYou are all the timeLaid in meInside.
When they are charged of itThey simply reject it or coolly denyYou or I may beBut politicians never be stupidWhatever they say, we see behind itA cunning strategy
We know we don’t have any qualityStill we are fond of each otherOur hearts always beat togetherWe have no other choices but to goThere is only one road ahead I knowWaters flow winds blow but we fallLike a pair of dove we are in love people call.Whatever in the winds of disparageWe are in the…
She has nothing except what I haveYet she never becomes mineOnce I ask her to pose for me what I am notSternly she refuses on my face saying thatHer only work to be true to myselfAnd to tell me bluntly if I am badOr do some good irrespective of what is my showBrave or bold…
