Virtues
Are
The
Permanent
Security
For
The
Soul!

Haiku
Is a chip
But only of 100kb

Killing an animal shows
You can't live with your family!

Dig out a deep pit of goodness in your house
Your children will always be thirsty

See
The land
Of the poet's heart


Roses،
Roses،
Roses،
Roses

Everywhere

Can't you think good of others?
Have you ever got any bliss or happiness to think ill  only

once, inside a shack,
when the gloom was on its way,
our granny, beauty of her prime days,
said, in a trembling voice,
I had caught snowflakes
with my young palms
when I was on the hill.
they slipped soon
and I could not stop them,
and they left me cold
and now I am on the bed
with a feel.

Indulge in charity of smiles
It's a charity of being the richest

Without
Spiritualism
We are the flute
I do believe

My cat,
With white smoothness,
Thought of a poem!
How?
The riddle bubbled!
She brought a pencil
And a blank paper,
And they were from my table!
How to write?
Again riddle!
This time
She went into kitchen,
And rubbed her nose
Against the black part
Of the sauce pan,
And painted the nose
On the paper!
What a beautiful image!
Did she know
Poem can be full of life
Without words
And image is more important?

I cut off the tail
Of a lizard
As it crept
To my bed!

She hid herself
Behind the portrait
And dried up her eyes

And I was alone
With the cut off
And thought only
What to do of it!

You
Can't
Be
A
Good
Parents
If
You
Don't
Respect
Your
Parents
And­
Realize
Their
Sacrifices
To
Rear
You

Those
People
Who
Take
Care
Of
Their
Neighbours
Know how to live in society!

I wished to delineate
Myself in old age
                          
Fingers fumbled, trembled
                   I could not escape reality
To paint with honest words
                                      my nerve I held

Wrinkles on the face
                             Sightless eyes
              Ears catching nothingness
                             Mouth shallow
                  Bones creaking
                                            Legs stumbling
                             Back stooping

                    I shuddered at the image

A little bird
The daughter of the house
Doesn't sluice salvers and spoons
But mop straws scattered on the marvel floor

A little bird
The friend of everyone
Doesn't create commotion inside
But keeps protracted vigilance at the window

A little bird
The staff of granny
Doesn't intone hoarse and dry nouns
But hymn her genteelness and generosity no end

A little bird
The beloved of all
Doesn't fly under the painting_roof
But sleeps soundly and alone in the backyard

Don't fear to be honest;
Be honest to fear of being dishonest!

Sunset is a pause
To the movements of the day!

When Darkness climbs high
Light has to descend to the plain!

But the light of heart
Doesn't wither even in the fall!

It gleams through mist and fog
And even then when the storm strikes!

My moon of love has hidden
After it was awash with sheen earlier,

And my smile is a star in the day,
Yet his comeback is a spring leaf for me,

And today I am couched on a bench,
Counting the fallen leaves and examining

Their much scratched skin, so crispy,
And then I asked a sparrow to sing

A melody about passionate wait for spring,
We did till he came and hugged me again.

Arrogance is a flying insect over your face
At a time when you want to smile

Write kindness on your palm
The latter will keep holding going down man

John Keats found sensuousness buried
And left it blooming in the sky!

I am growing old
But young are my dreams
Life is getting cold
Still I walk in beams

Being old is natural
Like a rising sun
But dreams aren't congenital
They only keep us run

Joys
Get
Double
When
They are given to the orphans

The cycle moves
On the even and
Coal coated road!

The one wheel runs apart,
And the second falls at instant!

Difficult times are to check
how long you can keep going in the same rhythm

People are happy
For they know the real taste of life is in being happy

If I am a good father

I can be

A good leader

Within you there is a plant of goodness
It needs water and care to grow

Each
Word
Is a
Hue
That
Beautifies
The
Arrangement
Of ideas
In a new pattern.

Better, greater, sweeter
Stand up and be wiser

In a murky evening
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape
An autumn tree,
Like an orphan
Left alone by relatives
With tattered patches
Half bare and bruised
Cried at my window

I have reached here by the same path...When and where we have to turn decides our destination

Like dews resting
                   On petals

Like snow
                  Holding fingers of leaves

Thy memories were shining

When you push fear of failure from the back door,
The main door of success gets open itself!

You are not the master of your soul.
But you are the master of making your dreams true.

Remember            Violence is
        
             Only your rage
           Raging for your brother

Don't be greedy of money
Be greedy of excellence and you will be richer!

Words
Are the knives
Sometimes they don't cut but leave a scar at least

If
You don't take care of your health
You are one of those fools
Who spend time on catching wind!

Dishonesty is a beautiful rainbow  
But in colour and it has no existence

Never press someone so hard
His happiness will leak away

We are blessed; we all do know.
For mankind we grow and for all.
We are rich; God has made us this way.
In our humble arms grow sweet fruits.
You pluck them up at your own choice.
Any unwillingness we never show.

Alas! our arms you twist and cut them off.
Our fair skin you bruise; you pulverise.
Then ooze out scarlet droplets each time
Who do hear our cry, our severe pain?

Yes. We are trees; our golden days are gone.
No more we are cared, no more adored.

Don't **** us; we are life, good life for your life.
Don't **** us ; we have rights, our rights.

I like the way
A person, regardless of skin color, makes friends,
And this the way that gives me a lot of respect.