A monk was concentrating upon God
In front of a vamp’s house
Whenever a visitor came
He would pick up a stone and threw it

Years rolled on and the stones piled up
The monk became old and the vamp sick
There was a huge heap of stones
The monk would look at it in surprise

The dooms day arrived
The monk was sent to hell
And the vamp to heaven
What a Paradoxical judgement!

The monk asked God
“Why did you send me to hell
And  the vamp to heaven”?
God replied,” you concentrated on her fraud
But she concentrated on God.
She dedicated her soul to me
And only her body to the visitors”

Once you were a twittering butterfly
And seduced many other insects
With your beautiful wings
And sweet sayings

The insects knew you   were a caterpillar
And a shameful lie teller and disgraceful yeller
You changed your colour and proud of your valour
You seem to be a chameleon and went into oblivion

You became an owl and speaks like a fowl
And didn’t change your impious soul
You were devoid of  any worthy goal
And thought that every other bird was a fool

You have became a saintly crane
And standing on  a single foot
To you life seems to be a circus feat
Every creature knows that you are a great cheat

Only a woman can give all of us birth
But for her we would not have been on this earth
We **** her breast for milk and lie on her chest
All our ways are not just

Mother is the holiest earth
Out of her womb we grew up like trees
Wife is the universal gardener
Who nourishes us with love and care

The sky is our fond grand mother
Who tells us many fairy tales
The fire is our  powerful aunt
Who prepares delicious diet

Water is our dear daughter
Who becomes our care taker.
The air is our kind sister
Without her we can’t live for an hour  

What do we do for a woman?
Sometimes our ways are inhuman
In old age we ignore our mother
Her feelings we don’t bother

We sometimes **** our wife
Dowry is a double edged knife
We sometimes **** a female child in the womb
And don’t allow her to get to the tomb

Woman is the living Deity
We should treat her with great piety
Even if we can’t worship her
We should treat her as a human as she is our life giver

Diwali is the festival of light
To those groping in the dark
But when  we celebrate the festival
With great delight
We never think of
The poor child’s pathetic plight
He is a burning *******
And she is an exploding fire work
Who illuminate others’ lives
But burn them selves like candles
How many children have got exploded
In the firework factories?
Child labour is a scar on Indian society
When I lit a lamp to night,I will shed a tear
For the poor soul
Who was burnt in the factory
Like a waste paper

People think you are very tender
Because of your fair gender
But you are very cruel
And don’t know how we feel

The moment you look at us
You will instantly pick
And adorn your stylish lock
You separate us from our dear mother

You mercilessly dive a sharp needle
Into our gentle heart
And a make a beautiful wreath
To glorify your beauty

You sprinkle us on your wonderful bed
For making love with your love bird
In your ecstasy and privacy
You for get our delicacy

In the very morning
Unmindful of our suffering
You throw us into a huge heap
Ignoring our inconsolable grief and weep

I am a big thief
And I live in Independent India
On the 64th independence day
I was beaten almost to death
By the police
Because I was hungry
And tried to steal
An apple from a fruit vendor’s

On the same day
I saw the photograph
Of an officer
In all the leading news papers
He was given the best administrator’s
Award by the GOVERNMENT
He takes bribes everyday openly
I am a big thief and sinner
He is  a  great officer and award winner
I am a big thief
And I live in Independent India
On the 64th independence day
I was beaten almost to death
By the police
Because I was hungry
And tried to steal
An apple from a fruit vendor’s

On the same day
I saw the photograph
Of an officer
In all the leading news papers
He was given the best administrator’s
Award by the GOVERNMENT
He takes bribes everyday openly
I am a big thief and sinner
He is  a  great officer and award winner

THE MARRIAGE DAY
Marriage  in human life
Brings a man a wife
And a woman a husband
Who make their lives grand

It adds honour to one’s personality
And brings clarity to our duty
It brings joy to the bride, groom
And to every body in the betrothal room

It is not to unite two bodies
But to ignite two souls
It may give the couple a son
Who shines as bright as the sun

It may give them a daughter
Who is as useful as water
And makes their lives better
Why don’t we celebrate it on twitter?

We may celebrate it in peculiar ways
In different countries
The rituals may be variant
But the bond should  be permanent

Marriage makes the two people one
And makes their life a fun
It makes the civilization run
Why don’t we publicize it as  much as we can?