No wonder continental drift theories stay;
Look at the neighbouring nations drift away!
Woman is undaunted force;
Man controls it by mere farce!
While being poor is not a bane;
Becoming rich is not a boon.
Why need middle men
Between God and man?
All my vices will be adored
If I have immense wealth amassed!
Something is not better than nothing at all;
For, nothing is better than something awful!
Who does not spend, have to spend;
Who spends may not have to spend!
Taxes are levied to feed Government employees
Still they tax public to add spice to luxuries!
Somewhere a tearful farewell.*
Here, a cheerful arrival.
(Hindus believe in re-birth. The dead soul will be born
somewhere else, quite often, immediately).
Truth shall prevail
When all lies fail!
Rome was not built in a day;
But it was burnt in a day!
We don't do what we could do when needed to do,
And try to do what others do which we can't do!
I did not understand what my dad told me;
My son doesn't understand what I tell him!
I should now be loving my neighbour,
A beautiful dame moved in next door!
Talk never and you will have friends never;
Talk ever, friends will be foes forever!
You are not a made yourselves entity,
Society carved out your personality!
If you are fond of the fag's lasting puff,
You'll take last breath in breathless cough!
Man will not learn good things if taught,
Sure will learn all the vices untaught!
On God of heavens I was reposing my faith;
And failed, 'cause I ignored all little gods of earth!
God hath created man to live a century,
But didn't give a performance guarantee!
When I was a child, father was my hero;
As I grew up, to me, he is a zero!
Flesh and fish become delicacies
By cooking them with vegetables!
Lo! How I lost huge sums in interest
Because I had no money to invest!
Only virtuous will own
All the wrongs they have done!
Books are loved by knowledge seekers,
And are shelved by antique seekers!
Hindu tenets say, treat thy guest as god;
We shall, if he pays in Dollars for food!
From financier I don't get aid;
From fiancιe I may get AIDS!
All that had come were bad,
And all to come are good!
All I do is good;
At times it turns bad!
I wish, all that untoward happened today
Should have been a nightmare of dead yesterday.
This birth, I'm the wheel beneath, carrying all load;
Grant me next birth at least as steering wheel, O' Lord!
The blind shows the way
For those gone astray!
When two cons bat and dozens bet,
Million fools squat around as bait!
Neither the born nor the borne
Know why, on earth, they have born,
Bonehead who has no seat
Pounces upon throne to sit!
One who turns lie a truth
Is fit to reign the earth!
God is moulded into an idol
For shaping Him a lifeless ideal!
All the dreams I dreamt about
Came true as nightmares aghast!
Even if others love, if you don't love,
You can't feel the love, for loving is love!
THE TRUTH THAT IS DEATH
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