Since morning, he started caw caw
On the plush white minaret
Too loud for other creatures
Despite being useless, why is he shouting?
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We are poets,
Like any creator,
we only use our minds
when we write and create.
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Tricks of the trade, all poets are not fake,
With ink and words, their artistry they make.
Some use metaphors, others use rhyme,
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Your adaptability on this platform is remarkable,
your verse sparkles everywhere monumental,
you are equally cherished by all the poets of this forum
and I offer my respects on your birthday.
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They say ' Vinaash kaale vipareet buddhi'
A rough translation in English would be:
When one's destruction time is soon to arrive,
one thinks un-intelligently or negatively.
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At the fag end of life
when no one is around
Just me and my memories
Stay together to see the life
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When you have read and understood the poem,
then only comment.
Don't write or review just to appease someone -
- or for name sake.
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How shameless these politicians are?
They keep lying with false promises,
I am sure, if we cut their veins,
instead of blood, only greed
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Once there was a chicken, small and light,
who dreamed of soaring great heights.
She gazed up high at the bluest of skies,
and wished she could be up there, way up high.
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छोड़ दो खुला दिल को आज प्यार हो जाने दो
हसरत कहीं रह जाये न बाक़ी इज़हार हो जाने दो
चार दिन की ज़िन्दगी में क्या तू-तू मै-मै करना
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