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Long was the run to live On a May day; Running in the corners of the living world. A Female antelope, Led it's way to a stream nearby To wet it's broken feet to safety. Just now had a fight with the mighty. Running to a safe sojourn. Grass so red returned with in vain. Unable to see the future of life. There ends all nightmares to a ground. Today is luckier in having been saved, Not like her mates just caught by the mightiest. Speeding with elbow wind there came a trap, Made by human's unknown. To lead its way to a sanctuary. To be named,to be tamed and to be cared. Innocent children who turn wise with pets. Vets who saveth the wounded legs Never was the day without ammusement. Of few hundreds of crowd. At the sight of the beautiful creature. To live longer,to eat more fresh grass. Man becomes God to save her. To live like a clay.

Born ye to meet withering heights, And raised to the Waters of the World, With lush of greens of sick soul but once it was To the sands of innumerable borrowings and tillings. What to see beyond the lights of values, Where to search for survival of imitations, To sell out life beyond victories of survivals. There choosen one -  the sight with the Beauty That admitted to the kisses of the vanishing time. Travels to the corners of the World Not still returning to it's habitat. As Nature's offsprings choosen to offer Everything new and fresh to the dews of my eyes. Thristy he was to drink the juice of satisfaction. One day he choose to hit the target of his life. The wonder of the Nature revealed it's charm That stood beyond all of his bad temperaments. To live unable to leave to lie, In the bed of Water and Sand, To the burrials of fresh greens  below. To taste the luck and the mimicry of Nature's cries Tamed him to sleep in a soft bed. The next day...

  The Celestial Candy I went over the hill top on a windy day It was all set to invite the sun’s rays; There were trees and flowers, fruits and beauty Everything adding to the snowy incarnation of a windy day; I could see the sky above me, it’s thunderous roars, I could see small flowers blossomed just today, What could be the fruit of the day? I have been under so many cloudy imaginations, But Nature steals ones soul As I felt I am sold out to the natures beep. But it still becomes hard for one to know the truth Really hard to work out for the Celestial Truth. How hard the Creator’s work should have been. Life itself predictions and theory the work. Who rules life – Man or his Creator? Once I met my Creator in my dreams Who gave Man his flesh, blood and water Who makes the run of everyday life a growth; That gives me the spirit to know above science The Celestial truth still lingered in my mind. I got the answer for my query The Celest...

It was a beautiful Night that day With distant Moon shed it's ray; All the windows pane set to work- Only for my will to lead it's way; The Stars shined with lame excuse Hiding it's beauty with one another tonight. All of the Sky bound to me the fight Which I made that day with one's right. Slowly the day blossomed as I felt The Sun rising above my sight. It was a day which made me to feel It's all of Nature's Sleep. That Morning rose With Night behind. Showering blessings for the people who rose To meet out with one another once again...

He had been once to the moon-  And wondered about it's scientific delicacy;  He had been too close to the sun-  And discovered theories and fancies;  He had been under the earth-  And circumnavigated it's alarming beauty;  He lives in all of season's nests-  Wins all of nature's survival fights;  He dewelled with duality of science and soul-  Ripening knowledge of science to spirituality;  He feeds sensibility every day and bear fruits-  His children born out of his mistresses gain;  He wins everyday out of toil of work-  Yet finding oneself true to the laws of love;  He leads his family's court with forebearers-  The spring of time to mix with science;  He leads life not out of saga of fights-  Like what his neighbours raged to death;  He discovers his successor's steps-  To quote as truth for the earth to last;  He sings to t...

Like a thrill that stroke And woke me up right at dawn. Wondering at the hard rocks That held my home. And the morning dew That weeps over its walls. Beautiful flowers in the flower show Admiring the strongest eyes, Catering to nature's upbringing. Like hours to go for a kid To crash over its remains at last; What shuns me everyday- My hunger goes with nests and loaves. The air that makes me sleep Upon the rooftops of plunging glasses. Am i a bird that foresee time Birth counts ones revelation to love; Seeming to yarn at sunset The laziness goes with a shook Of ones sense of realsome fun. All of quantum raises to power And showers to invent for some. Willingness a mighty force Reaches wills and wows to live. We still quote our poets rhyme In all of our frame of mind. T too see the real face Beyond the walls through the empty air. I watch my incandescent love And speak with a blooming mind, To the moon that is far from reach; I still laid my face at r...

Have you ever seen the twlight, Beyond horizon, Above the reachable eyes, Having stood same for all Of all around the world. For all it's veins longing for the sight. Have we ever lived soulfully- For all the days until the end. Does nature ever divided lives, By differentiating its presence, And distinguishing it's colour from one to another person. But why does the world divides lives for ever Caste, Creed , Colour and Race. Filling veins with gush of hatred- From one to another And filling hearts with selfishness. Do we to care for the loss of one another If we are rich enough to see the twilight If the others ever cry at the sky If the others die for the lack of living lines. Should we all care for our neighbours If they face a difficult living. If we see the vision of the world Should we all live alike and lead; Behind us all of timely massacres By managing lost lives beyond our walls; It is possible to reach the vision of our lives- If we fores...