All are united.
All is one
In exhalation
And inhalation.
All digested
All assimilated.
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ରାକ୍ଷସ ହିଁ ସେଅପରର କ୍ଷତିକରୁଥାଏ ଯିଏକଳେ ଡଳେ କଉଶଳେ।ଦ୍ରୋହ ଦ୍ୱେଷକରିଥାଏ ନିଜକୁ ହିଁ ଶେଷ।11/11/2019
I am not a goat
Tiger, tiger,They cried.Listen to them.But I am silent.I am bounded, andUnder their control.Still, they areMy food.I am notTheir food.They are allBefore me,And I am hungry.I am not able toEat them.They all fear me,I am a tiger.Tiger, tiger,They cried.I am the symbol ofTheir heroism,Their culture.And they are allProud of me.
I am in a place
At every step here,I am living with fear.Nothing is good,Nowhere I find the truth,Everything and everyone –In changing colors.
With your words
Is thereAny horrorIn words?But I discoveredThe magic of lifeIn your words.So bold andI grow with it.All pleasing thereinWords, life, time.
Stay with nothingness
Go with nothingnessAnd feel happy.Nothingness is only yours.Find nothing in nothingness,Worry not at any time,Time itself is nothing.All openedAnd nothing wonderful.See understand and move.All curtained all certainAll in all out, dear men,And forget the self.
Life
I feelUniqueAnd new.AllNaturalAnd normal.No holdingNo dragging.DistinctAnd clearTriggerAll life.
Like a ton of bricks,
And you realize
Too late,
How to guide your life
And avoid ‘all free’
And stupid, risks.
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It All boils down to this,
Personal interest,Wouldn’t you know,Nobody does anything for‘The Common Good’We’ll be much happier,Once this is understood,And we are able to face,This Universal Truth.
Love,
Don’t ask me why,I don’t know,I can’t tell,Why it’s an inexplicable feeling,A palpitating Star,That All should have,Before they die.
Mountains may cave,
But Love never dies,It’s too precious.
I’m a Night Owl,
On my face I wear a scowl,But I never through in the towel!
Do good,
Love, NatureAnd protect it,Respect all lifeWithout exceptionTrue human perception,Coming to us,Charitably, naturally,Helping those in needNot using othersTo promote, our greed,Perceive the BeautyOf our Planet blue,And please, respect itLovingly, tooDo not try to controlThe innocent,With lie after lieAnd above all,Spread love and kindness,Do not make others cry.
I thoroughly dislike,
No, I’m not a racistAnd don’t you dare!I speak of poemsOf poems, so darkEven with a flairThey remain,Incomprehensible!In their lair,‘Of I don’t care’So, to them I say,Good night,And ask,About those poems,‘Who turned offthe light? ‘