The word  I don’t like is  "independent"
In this vast universe everything is " interdependent"
There is no scope for vanity
Even for the richest man in the Vatican city

For our shirt we need a button
And a sick man may need mutton
To get our shoes mended, we need a cobbler
If we go to hotel, we want a server

The church needs a preacher
A mosque needs a prayer
The temple needs a priest
And the depressed soul Jesus Christ

For our travel we need a bus
And for our livelihood a money purse
A scientist needs laboratory
A politician wants idolatry

The list is endless
Nothing is useless
The tiniest thing like a pin has its utility
None should over estimate their priority

If you comment
on my poem
I will comment
on yours-
newton is absolutely
true
even on
HELLO POETRY

The sun rises in the east
And sets in the west
A Hindu turns to the east
And worship the sun
A Muslim turns to west
And looks at the moon
A Hindu has a closely shaven head
And a Muslim A long grown beard
The Hindu writes from left to right
And a Muslim from right to left
Their rituals are quite opposite
And their beliefs totally different
But what is the colour of their blood?
What about the sufferings during a flood?
How do they feel during a hunger?
What about the music of a melodious singer?
What about the emotions
During  marriage and birth?
And  the inevitable death?
Their roads may be different
But the destination is the same
Allah or God may be the name

This vast universe
is the most beautiful
unending cinema
screen played
directed
produced
and released
by
the most
creative
Head
God

One of the disciples of
Swami Vivekanda,
The great Indian sage.
Asked him a question
“ Can we change the world?”
Vivekanda replied ,
“In the absolute sense no
In the relative sense yes”
You may wonder, What is this mess?
And think it may be a fuss.
You can’t root out poverty
But you can help a poor man
You cannot remove all the vice
And make this world very nice
But you can change one’s heart
Through your great art
A squirrel can’t lift a mountain
But can carry a little sand
Mahatma Gandhi, a great pacifist
Once said, “If I want to choose
Between inaction and violence
I choose the latter”
Because any action
is better than inaction
You may not change the world
but you can change your friend
Do something good as little as you can
And great happiness can easily be won

Oh1 Durga, the symbolic victory
Over the worldly evil
You can **** any devil
And  you are the most benign
As you are divine
Shiva (goodness) is your
inseparable half
Mahishasura’s ( Man’s evil) death
Is your valour’s proof
Goodness and valour are made
For each other
It is paradoxical that
Man stands for goodness
And woman for valour
But it is true in divine parlour
Hindus believe in Durga’s divine force
Even others can not deny the cosmic source
Even the staunchest atheist
Can not deny the women’s collective fist

Two lovely sparrows
Lived in a dense forest
So beautiful was their nest
They lived in divine bliss
Whenever wanted, they would kiss
They have three little ones to care
And their happiness to share

A cruel hunter came to the forest
And shot the male sparrow
With his fatal arrow
The sparrow fell like a star
And traveled afar
The female sparrow wept and sobbed
Tears flowed from her eyes
Like swift flood waters
She loved his mate so dear
And was engulfed by fear
Her neighbours are not helpful
Their ways are dreadful
But she would live for her little ones
And determined to sing for their happiness
She would not search for another mate
The very thought she will hate
She accepted her fate
And she is divinely great