Confining oddly
in the wheel of fate and fortune
It is all thirsty
and all the universe, is like a desert
Human, who is kind enough, to offer
hither to, a pinch of water ,
has distanced himself, to far off
lands.
Not even single tree, which can
protect us with all its wider shade,
is not visible at all till the stretch of far end corners.
Though the flowers lost their
natural scents
and human got rid of the
delicateness.
The world formats a doll, with no
rhyme or rhythm.
The world sans all dreams
and languages,
moves about all around, in our active presence.
Human, waits for something unknown
and inexplicable.
Life is a volume of poetry, penned
for world’s well being.
It will transform itself, as a
prophecy, without any significance
and will be concealed firmly in the
pages of book of desires.
To fling strings on Veena, is to
extol melodious notes,
in a finely tuned version only .
Human’s life is there to allow
flows in
streams of nectar tickles
filled to the brim with all powerful
musical notes to spread onto, all over the earth .
By birth a human is lover of freedom
and liberty.
As long as he moves about,
vigorously in this world
Human’s life becomes a hard worded,
complex and long sentence
and turns out as a formless , hard
rock.
yesterday the person who lectured on
the platform,
in a high tone ,like a
thunderous sea
today, departed well before
the arrival of the bright sheen of the dawn.
The refiner who anxiously wished to glance at the twilight
columns of the beautiful modern times, in the deep depths of space and also
desired to bloom, in fragrant flowers of
affectionate bonds in fraternity links , is broken into pieces,
Confining oddly, in the wheel of fate and fortune
and saluted raising up, both
his hands
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