It's staunch belief, dear lad, to kill,
‘Branded' enemies, to carry out His will,
For reasons, beyond our comprehension,
As if the world in need of redemption.
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The world's fine when media silent!
Cos, they can make zones, witnessing violent,
Clashes, paradise of peace, or bring,
Chaos in calm meadows with dramatic swing!
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War's a game, designed by devils born in sin,
Where the two warring factions rarely win;
But leaders who scratch each other's' back,
Gain mutual benefit and the firms that back!
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If man's mortal and life's uncertain, why to amass wealth,
In disproportions, for distant descendants to be prodigal,
And build multi-storied mansions, when millions live in filth,
With no space to put their corporeal frame for desires, conjugal!
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The World, in grief, hangs its head in shame,
As shameless leaders still hang out for fame,
At the plight of penniless people perishing,
On rails n roads, the death corridors, crashing!
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Massive rocks can't impede,
Nor fallen trees create blockage,
To the gushing flow of a love spring,
That heads to join a thirsty river!
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Wish I were a flower on the wreath placed on your bosom,
To decay with your mortal remains, a paragon of virtue,
To be one under earth, and later in heaven be awesome,
Soulmates, to enjoy all pleasures of life you did eschew!
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All objects and organs are meant for use in time,
Not for museums, to be showcased in rust and dust.
So are pleasures of flesh and blood in prime,
To feed, breed and quench thirst for love and lust!
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Solitude is an island in distance,
Full of untapped resources.
It is a fertile land,
Where critical thinking sprouts.
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When freedom fettered,
Creativity crushed,
Self-image shattered,
And voice denied,
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Like a crown of glory and the nation's pride you look there!
Pierced into the sky, the head invisible to men on earth,
The last epitome of man's pride on earth, I fear!
Could be the next target of His eternal wrath.
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An insane, sad, sullen and serious, stormed,
Sandy Hook, caught by an evil spirit, armed,
With multiple rifles and went on rampage,
Slaughtering a score of angels to subside his rage.
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Lured by showers of promises, the gullible Indian youth fell victim to the mastery,
Of tricks played by a crony conjurer whose credentials are shrouded in mystery!
His armory of anarchist campaign loaded with ‘Geobbelsian lies' could out- trick,
The masses, aided by agents of crony capitalism and previous win, a hat-trick!
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This recession, not my creation nor my father’s
Like a pandemic that hit the world with great magnitude,
And turned millions in shaky firms to good actors
Lest they be one of the unfortunate multitude.
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Joined I, the millions to send across your fame,
And proudly shared the posts with the claim,
That, you're the world's most learned leader,
Placed on the top rung of the political ladder.
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I dreamt thee O Lord! A figure, filthy n' ferocious,
Like a demon! Far-fetched yet frightened to narrate,
Incorrigibly frivolous in action, idle n' vicious,
Contrary to my grandma's narration, extremely irate!
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Failure's not always your fault,
Could be denial of justice that halt,
You in tracks, or absence of fairness,
Hallmark of corrupt regime's callousness!
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Angel in action, to redeem pain,
Of the afflicted, distressed, and weak,
Lend her lean arms with bulging vein,
Melt like candle, humble and meek!
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Don't be disheartened, dear lady, by deformity!
As Lord leaves flaws in every creation,
Nature's full of imperfections: With verbal dexterity,
I'll make your virtues immortal, for wide appreciation!
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Behold! those hordes of blockheads, dude!
Where're they heading in solemn mood?
As if operated by artificial intelligence,
To carry out tasks with great diligence!
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Reason And Reaction
It's staunch belief, dear lad, to kill,
‘Branded' enemies, to carry out His will,
For reasons, beyond our comprehension,
As if the world in need of redemption.
It's commitment to ‘truth n' rationality',
But truth often lies in distance from reality,
Like moon looks a silver sphere to toddler,
But rocks and craters to space explorer.
In despair, they vow to fight for God,
Almighty, who always spares the rod.
Lord shows pointers to navigate,
But men see them as spears to instigate.
It's God's command, to fundamentalists,
but barbarism to civilized pluralists.
Dear son, in this short life; ‘dust to dust',
God gives no reason to feel disgust.
It's invasions, turn the innocent insurgent,
Force them follow paths, divergent.
Violence in uniform is noble defense,
But in civilian dress, major offence!
Extremism, offshoot of tyranny, to prevail,
If war remains an industry, large scale,
And greedy eyes fall on untapped treasure,
Abroad, to invade n' loot in large measure.
One may still look fine when compared to the worst.
Planning needs many brains but announcement just a tongue.
Bad decisions, like weeds, thrive in clay-filled areas.
Communalism's a strong sensation; insane, deep and reckless, That emanates from the infernal region of the mind, full of malice, Where intellectuals follow fools and scientists vacate, For palm readers, astrologers and psychics to explicate!
Nation, not a patch of earth or fenced territory, but a wide, Network of hearts, home and abroad, made for a joint stride, Bound by high spirit of brotherhood, for the common good, Built on values to shed light on people and dispel falsehood.
When caretakers go cruel, motherland turns a whorehouse!
Mating birds seldom fight.
Friendly often means corrupt and all the corrupt are friendly.
Everything looks fine when the media is silent!
Equality only lies in the air we breathe in!
When beauty stops at the grave, virtue marches on.
If beauty is a rose, virtue is its fragrance.
Values don't unite as rituals do
Creativity blooms in solitude!
Prayer without aid is inaction. It's the mother of negligence!
Hate-fuelled act never ends with foes, But heads homeward in the end!
Love knows no bounds, When taboos broken!
great.... satiric and rich in alliteration and rhyme