A DAY TO LIVE

A DAY TO LIVE

Wish i could live for one more day,

My parents and family would let me stay.

Yet another day with the sky turning blue,

A beautiful world being so true.

The magical showers of the noisy rain,

Watching heavy winds strongly drain.

Someone could tell the crime i committed,

Born a girl child why isn't accepted.

What would happen if i see another day,

Take me to temples and let me pray.

For those devils who took away my life,

Devoid me of the love for which i strive.

My mother didn't resist to save my day,

What would be the difference if i chose to stay.

Everything in heaven seems so great,

Let me live for one more day to trade.

Just give up your hate for one more day,

Let me enjoy your love and allow me to stay.

I promise never to return,

Here i am waiting for my turn.

Hope my fate changes next time,

Let not the gender but love be prime.

P.S:Dedicated to the voices against brutal crime of female infanticide

THOUGHT

                                          THOUGHT

Missing the feeling of being alive,

Fainting heart is trying to revive.

Observing the people around,

Judging their morality on every ground.

Lost in search of passion,

Yet finding no suitable relation.

Heeding the support of dear ones,

Only disappointment is gifted by everyone.

But when I realized the things that matter,

All my doubts began to scatter.

Anything with which I was deprived,

Importance of which couldn’t be described.

The illusion of void didn’t last,

Life was once again smooth and fast.

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TOUGH TIMES

The vintage way of leisure,

Turns out to be a very great treasure,

This gives us a sense of pleasure,

Beyond the limits of measure.

 Busy with the prosaic fight,

Trying to do something right,

Tackling the usual fright,

Making our goals go out of sight.

The act of cheering is so tough,

When everything around is so rough,

Indulging in the play of bluff,

Messing around with all our stuff.

When the love ones take the lead,

This is the time that we heed ,

This is the help that we need,

Unconditional without the greed.

 Once the battle of life is won,

We strive for the longer run,

Confidence within is measured in ton,

The wheel of fortune is again spun.

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MISSING SOMETHING

 

Leaving for home ,

Changing the tone,

Felt something was missing ,

That I got,

As if someone was lost.

For the friends i fought,

Today I had a thought,

Those were the missing ones,

Whose loyalty can be measured in tonnes.

The college galleries I traversed,

the couples equation that reversed,

those meaningless discussions,

sharing our dreams and aspirations.

The mental pressure of brutal exams,

Counting of pages to be studied with our palms,

Those cries related to the course,

Getting notes from all possible source.

Will miss those witty chats on watsapp,

And deleting the matter which we consider as crap,

Entering a new world for a bit sometime,

Where friends are secondary and family is prime.

Waiting for the time to return to the place,

Where our activities decides our grace or disgrace,

Filled up lappies at the time of leaving,

And countered friends with false weeping.

But a big bad wolf awaits before that,

That is the result of every carefree brat,

That season of marks will soon be back,

Before that let me sleep and do a bit relax.

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MARKS!!!!!!!!

Marks are ultimate aim,

If missed you are a shame,

Mug up the formula and theory,

Gaining knowledge is a big story,

Fight for it,else you die,

Otherwise you may only try,

Successful are one's who get appreciation,

Losers are those left with admiration.

Parents are proud,praises are loud,

When marks are in crowd,

Some others feel shame,

But no one to blame,

It's more than a game.

Career is on the line,

When nothing goes fine,

Those magical figures,

Become stuck as stickers,

To the personality of a ward,

This makes everything hard,

But to society it's necessary,

When their minds are stationary,

To winners they applaud,

Who obtain marks with or without fraud.

DRINKING POISON-ALCOHOL

A poison which is slow, 

Damages and makes the consumer low.

Cripples the personality, 

Takes away from the reality.

Still some consider it as stylish, 

But this thought is too childish.

Every peg they take, 

Is their big mistake.

A demon worse than greed, 

Becomes a habit, then a need.

Ruins the life, 

To leave it, they strive.

Those with strong will, 

Quit what makes them ill.

Those who continue, mess their lives, 

Becomes difficult for them to survive.

Each day becomes a disgrace, 

This addiction is so grave.

Relations are damaged, 

Economy cannot be managed.

In this struggle of quitting, 

Quantity is increased for consuming.

This life is an agony, 

Death goes without a ceremony.

TRADITION OF GREED-DOWRY

Women are burnt in the fire of greed,

Harassed and tortured at the instance of need,

This act is a horrible deed,

Demons performing this have no caste and creed.

Dowry is offered in the name of gifts,

This is when the morality shifts.

It makes relations more corrupt,

But no one stands to disrupt.

A pathetic act for the sake of tradition,

Prospers due to lack of transition,

Show off is a factor of motivation,

Causes the ultimate devastation.

Unintentionally mistakes are made,

When the foundation of avarice is laid.

As a token of love by the victim’s family,

Honoring emotions, more than reality.

Innocent people are the victim of this crime,

Helplessly bounded by relations and time,

To escape is the only choice,

When no one around hears their voice.

Pride is considered in an ugly sense,

When avid transactions are dispensed.

A mockery of affinity is demonstrated,

And dignity of a woman is humiliated.

Family pride is rated so high,

Except the culprits , everyone cries.

Humanity witnesses the ultimate shame,

In the procedure of this horrific game.