Treasure Island

vijay gupta

(5-5-1950 / meerut, india)

Poems of vijay gupta

1. ‘O’ Cloud 8/29/2010
2. “Bound to work” 10/16/2008
3. A commander with out portfolio 12/23/2007
4. A friendly match 4/16/2008
5. A little bird 2/5/2010
6. A Lot to Do for Them 3/15/2008
7. A midnight journey 1/31/2009
8. Ajijan Bai the great 10/17/2009
9. Am I insane? 6/5/2008
10. An evening in the desert 12/25/2007
11. An evening on the sea shore 11/3/2009
12. An old man 11/7/2008
13. angel devil & the man 11/13/2007
14. Angle’s voice 8/7/2008
15. Angles on the earth 2/1/2010
16. Are they sadist? 4/22/2008
17. Argue with them 2/15/2008
18. Arrangement for lunch 9/20/2008
19. Arrogant words 5/3/2009
20. Arrow & oak tree 5/3/2009

my grief

“MY GRIEF”
Power is playing a vital role in the society since the birth of mankind.
I am hurt by seeing this phenomena.
Men is suppressing his wife & children’s while he may be wrong.
Big nations are dictating poor countries in a wrong manner.
When one exploits other, I felt hurt by seeing this.
One uses muscular power against weaker person that grows grief in me.
We are living in modern age,
But men is not civilized yet now.

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