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I am not a heap of dry grass
To be burnt by a match stick
I am the great Indian soul
Which is as stupendous
And beautiful as the snow capped
Silvery Himalayas which have
Stood the test of time
And imperishable ,indestructible
Indescribable but admirable
But never to be conquered
The clouds can’t stop the glory of the rising  sun
Nor can the earth hide the shining moon
If you want to throw up clay or mud
It will surely fall on your head

Nobody can tarnish the image of a noble man
A foolish dog may bark at a holy man
An idiot woman living in a glass house
Can’t throw stones at a passing man

Our life is not like traveling in a bullet proof van
The greatness of a man lies in respecting woman
Man is not woman’s rival but her true companion
The earth should revolve round the sun
You can not become great by hurting the noble
Nor can you become strong by oppressing
The weak and the meek
My humility is not my weakness
Nor is your pride your strength
One can become great only by helping
The poor and the needy
And forgiving the faulty
And not finding fault with the mighty
Jesus can not be oppressed by crucifixion
His resurrection is the divine manifestation
A tiny stone creates
a lot of ripples
on calm waters
as a word of spate
causes turbulent
emotions
in the heart
of a pure man
A drop of poison
spoils the bowl
of manna
like a wrong note
discords the symphony
of an enthralling orchestra
What is this life even on Christmas?
What is this life
If it is full of hate and spate?.
We always suffer from strife
Those who love even their foes are great

Love is the best word to hear
Jesus has created us to have a meaningful life
Then heavenly Father comes near
Jealousy is a double edged knife

Kindness and mercy are the eternal values
Jesus is an embodiment of supreme sacrifice
Religion is not an amalgamation of rituals
But it should keep us away from vice

December makes me remember Jesus Christ
He is undoubtedly the son of God
He is greater than Mount Everest
and relieves us of all our fraud
The stars come down to earth

On a special plight

To make our lives bright

For kids inexpressible delight

The earth becomes the sky

Our imagination soars very high

The light drives out darkness

As knowledge does ignorance

Even the angels enjoy this night

holding the kids so tight

The moon claps with a shout

even terrorists stops their fight

All religions love light

It is the heavenly sight

May light dawn in our heart!

Loving people is the greatest art
I am neither lyrical JOHN KEATS
nor the great WB YEATS
I have never reached great heights
I am in my preliminary plights
I talk about fundamental rights
or the beauty of Diwali lights
most of my poetry is immature
but my friends praise it very pure
I know for sure
they don't want to hurt my heart
and never critisize my art
because it is the most sensitive part
But I know my own limits
I have got fewer merits
than unidentified demerits

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