vijay gupta

Rookie - 186 Points (5-5-1950 / meerut, india)

vijay gupta Poems

1. My Grief 11/7/2007
2. Monkey & Puppies 11/7/2007
3. Cry Of A Child 11/9/2007
4. Angel Devil & The Man 11/13/2007
5. Cry Of A Lamb 11/13/2007
6. Tears In Her Eyes 11/13/2007
7. Cry Of The Humankind 11/14/2007
8. Cry Of A Buddhist 11/14/2007
9. Cry Of A Parrot 11/14/2007
10. Life Like A Game 11/15/2007
11. I Want Justices 11/15/2007
12. Do Not Care 11/17/2007
13. Cry Of My Friend 11/17/2007
14. Bells Are Ringing 11/18/2007
15. Our Dream Is Rainbow 11/20/2007
16. Bells Of The Church 11/20/2007
17. A Kurdish Girl 11/21/2007
18. Past Never Return 11/22/2007
19. Mantra For Happiness 11/24/2007
20. Death Can Help Him 11/27/2007
21. Letter To A Soldier 11/27/2007
22. Tears 11/28/2007
23. My Cry 11/28/2007
24. Fog 11/30/2007
25. Thorn And Flower 12/1/2007
26. How Sad It Is? 12/3/2007
27. Quarrel 12/3/2007
28. Going To The Vulgar Stage 12/6/2007
29. Cobra In The Way Of Peace 12/8/2007
30. World Needed Them Most 12/8/2007
31. He Was Sam 12/14/2007
32. Early Morning 12/14/2007
33. Natural Right 12/23/2007
34. Cry Of A Lover 2/3/2008
35. Black Shadow 2/4/2008
36. Reverse Gear 2/7/2008
37. Thinkers 2/7/2008
38. Power Of Repair 2/10/2008
39. Argue With Them 2/15/2008
40. Grow New Flowers 2/15/2008
Best Poem of vijay gupta

Am I Insane?

Am I insane?
They were eating, drinking and dancing on the floor.
Unfortunately I was there.
A newspaper having horrible news was in my hand.
“Some hungry men snatched the lunch of some formers.”
It was very sad news for total human society.
People on the floor were happy and in cheer.
They have no botheration by this news at that time.
Were they ignorant?
Were they innocent?
There was sufficient delicious food on every table.
Wine, meat was in affluent.
I try to pick up some eatable items.
At that moment the faces of hungry men comes in my ...

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Prayer

PRAYER

Stars are not so brightening now
as they were before.
Flowers are losing their charm
and became pale.
Now it is hard to breathe even
in the house.
Smoke of gun powder is here

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