AN ATHEIST SPEAKS

A sunny day will surely come

and the gloomy day will pass too.

I can hear my life's ending hum

and I may go away before you do.

Let not your tormenting pain win;

I'm a bloom in memory's garden dear.

Time flies and life has its own spin,

so have no fear and hold your tear.

I do not believe 'The Almighty God',

but I very well know that you do.

So, wait until He gives His nod

and I will be there again with you.

There would be battles to be fought,

which I have unwillingly left halfway.

Go against the waves for that is sought;

there are things in which we have no say.

You would no more see my strides

which we took together in our past.

I would be there in those frothy tides

when like water drops we meet at last.

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SKY

Out of the darkness it came,

a vast expanse with no name.

White puffy clouds thus sailing;

'moving sun' from heaven's hailing.

The sky - a canvas of serene blue,

which at night is dark - so true!

The clouds like actions do unfold -

as wind in nature's bidding told.

Purple to orange and crimson red,

the colours change as the sun bade.

The clouds come as cool showers,

kissing the earth and it's flowers.

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JAPAN

It is now all grey and white
even in the darkest of the night.
Those Kaneshon and Asagao,
blooms every then and now.

Pink Sakura blossoms of cherry,
makes each day festive and merry.
Pink Camellia and the yellow Peach,
showers beauty in everybody's reach.

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WINTER'S PROMISE

A tree that will fully turn bare,

before the winter surely comes.

May seem in need of love and care

as nature in its own rhythm hums.

Like soul parting from 'old form'

and thus entering a new shape.

Shedding leaves; Nature's norm -

Like wearing a new mask and cape. 

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ANTHILL

They work and work; they are tiny -

burrowing tunnels in groups so many.

Nobody here protests and none rants -

tirelessly they work, those worker ants.

Slowly and surely they build a mound,

while their bodies ache and pound.

Biting, gnawing and clawing thru' earth -

a work that started since their birth.

Dead leaves, mud and broken stems;

working on and on with no names.
They roll the balls of clay and dung;
burying deep from where the sprung.

#struggle

#labourers

#disparity

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A FAWN

It was hiding with its mother

by cowering in bushes rather.

The roaring soon echoed nearby

and fear was rising on the high.

The nearby bushes were tall;

covering the deer, fawn and all.

The wind was shrill and howling:

louder was thumping and growling.

The grasses parted, their eyes met;

the deer took the lioness's bait.

'The mother' in the predator rose;

it's how the story of a jungle goes...

A hunter went back; nature's say!

A fawn and mother lived another day.

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A POISON FLOWER

A poison tree yields poison fruit -

Character etched in its very root.

A poison flower has no friend,

as it wilts and falls at the end.

It has no nectar that is sweet -

It does not to any creature greet.

It's rooted in wrath and in fears, 

while drinking from innocent's tears.

It always has a pretentious smile,

shrouded in cunning tacts and guile.

It's a lifelong shame for the tree,

that it let the flower grow so free.

Poison that spreads in all branches,

untimely weakens the tree and hunches.

#thePARLIAMENT

#ourDEMOCRACY

#people'sMANDATE

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WAVES

The deep gurgling, enchanting roar

as the waves lash onto the shore.

The golden sands, the silvery glimmer,

the frothy waves shine and shimmer.

The clouds burst and surrender there,

like tears they fall on wavy layer.

The tides are giants and also low -

Like sun and moon they come and go.

Some broken tree trunks lie here,

witnessing untold beauty so rare.

People of all ages look at the sea -

Perhaps imagining how life should be.

The sun glows and moon shines,

the waves trace out curvy lines.

Sand castles and footprints on beach,

none of it is out of the ocean's reach.

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A VISIT

To temple we go; From it we come -

The happy devouts do prayers hum.

Faith does strange things -

To some does happiness brings.

They trust not the man beside,

but do believe the idol and abide.

Some touch forehead on temple walls,

while some on chest in faith crawls.

People in queues, large crowds throng -

Souls that surrendered singing His song.

Heat, sweat and pushing up the stairs -

Nudging and trudging reciting prayers.

The chosen few bathe and feed God!

Strange, how Almighty gave the nod.

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OUR FLAG

It is grand, it is on the high -

It is what we must abide by.

Sacrifices, martyrs, spilt blood -

History etched in saffron mud.

We know of truth, purity and might,

painted in timeless sheen of white.

Faith, fertility, growth can be seen, 

wrapped in eternal canvas of green.

A blue wheel at the very core, 

for qualities our fathers bore.

Soul of our country in tri-colour, 

talks of known and unknown valour.

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