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A Woman's suffering
With the birth of each individual pain and pleasure are born
like twins
They grow together At times, pain grows taller
and sometimes pleasure
A child chuchles
(Male)
And often
He shuns suffering
And enslaves pleasure
A child giggles
(female)
Suffering attacks her
and enslaves her
Helpless Pleasure
Looks on in despair
and keeps looking on
maybe that is why
A Women Can never be liberated from suffering!
Reform
There is darkness every where Everyone is busy on the loot
Even then. No one is satisfied
The commoners want to become kings
While kings want to become emperors
Between these two parties
Many are being crushed
Like wheat turns into flour
For many days
many many days
This is happening to them
For them A Khumani is Awaited
Even Then darkness wait prevail
Maybe the loot persists
Perhaps some people
Some new people
Fill up their homes too
and maybe new wheat grows
to be crushed in to flour Nevertheless there will be some change
1 am not implying
That you and I should be saved
But change is necessary
Even if
it is seen by some others Who are about to come in the days to come
What happens to you?
You say something
I Say
You have said this
You say
No
You say something else
I say
Now you have said this
We talk incessantly
Every time I say
So, so and so
And you keep disagreeing
Why don’t you say
What you mean to
What happens to you
Look at me
I speak my mind
And in spite of all that I have to say
I feel
That I cannot get across
What I have in mind
Fire-fly in the mist
Engulfing me from all sides
Lost in tousled thoughts
Is the soft and profound mist And in this mist
The fire-fly of dreams
Glitter
Alas! please don’t forget this
Let everything fall into oblivion That first meeting
Sudden decision
And
Amongst numerous people So many years have gone by
yet
for you
yes
I left just for you
And
Even though one forgets everything Those trivial conversations
Which remain in mind
Please forget those too
But don’t forget one thing That this time again
I have found you
And..
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