Beautiful are some-
with love.
with care.
with support.
with wealth.
with health.
with education.
with devotion.
with affection.
with perception.
Many knock the doors,
of the God.
Have the talks with the grandma,
lighting the matchsticks to see the haven.
Had not the girl,
faced the cold.
Had not the poor-ism,
prevailed at such a fold.
Had not the wishes,
met the floor.
Had not the drearies,
touched the shore.
A cry,
a cut-
a plea;
an urge.
Dark eyes seek the wideness,
to enrich the vision-
to have the perfectionism,
to build the momentum.
As the rickshaw driver,
'Won't thank us for the dollar,'
No being at the survival,
would ammend the provision of brawler.
Exchanged,
changed is the change.
Hundred for the seventy,
being the stuff strangely strange.
Need why the chopping,
if the nearby plays the violin-
and you don't ;
cause you haven't got the money.
Night,
why it comes-
is it to increase the sorrow;
or for the renaissance.
Lying,
on the grounds of the court-
of nature;
of the near ones.
Why is there the division,
why is there the filth-
why is there the trouble;
why is there the guilt ?
In the early morning,
when eyes are wide open;
why doesn't the softness sub-due -
why doesn't the dew startle ?
As for such,
a world is to be renewed-
Where restrictions would fly freely;
where songs would be perpetuated.
Cheeks would never,
feel the lacrymals'.
That would be the identity,
of the eternal happiness.
Deceived are some-
from love.
from care.
from support.
from wealth.
from health.
from education.
from devotion.
from affection.
from perception.
In the grounds of reality,
deceits are to be made!
Handledwith the utmost-
future is to cared.
A child ,
runs with the 'clap-pi-laries' -
Not,
with the capillaries.
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