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Random
You are never satisfied
Even when overflowing
Not a day goes without
Using your services
I dread looking at you
And feel like kickingÂ
You out of the house
One day if you stay empty
Imagine my joy of freedomÂ
The time I could just laze around
Oh my dear LAUNDARY bag
Please go on a holiday.Â
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Scattered thoughts I collect meticulously
Assemble word by word carefully
Some dropped and some missed words
On the way
No blueprint or plan to work with
Simply guided by my intuitions
Slowly a line is formed then a para
Till the end is reached
I am like a bird who builds the nest
Collecting Twig after Twig
Not knowing how many are enough
To make a nest
The beauty of nests and thoughts is
Build with the same twigs and words
But reflecting the essence of the creator
Each a unique masterpiece
The NEST and the ART preserved
May be visited and admired time and again
But none can be dismantled or re-arranged
To create same magic again.
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M
When will the suffering end?
Asked a desperate man
HE said “Right NOW”
Man asked with disbelieve
Are you mocking me?
HE smiled gently nodding his head
No, my dear let me show you how
Stop the violence right now
Be it in thoughts, actions or just a witness
As it causes pain to other beings
Stop the hoarding right now
Be it thoughts, materials or natural resources
As even your very next breath is not certain
Stop the anger right now
Be it in thoughts, at a person or a situation
As it hurts you more than anyone else
Stop the ego right now
Be it in thoughts, success or power
As it stops you to see good in others
When you are emptied you inner vessel
Start filling yourself with goodies
Love, gratitude, positive thoughts
Humbleness, forgiveness, compassion
And you may add few more
Touch gently the flower in full bloom
Wipe a tear of pain from someone’eyes
Give a warm hug to a distress man
NOW you are  at PEACE with your inner self
As I promised you
Look THE SUFFERING HAS ENDED
Held my hand tightly
Surrounded by winter mist
Could see myself clear
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My niece, 10 Standard student, participated in ‘On the spot’ competition held at school and her poem was a prize winner and got published in school magazine also.
As it was not planned, so definitely the spontaneous expressed views were from the sub-conscious.
When I read it, what struck me was the change in thought process. It is a voice aganist gender bias and a demand for equality. This is an indicator of better future for women and a progressive society. When the questions are raised aganist injustice the future is definitely in safe hands.
The peom by Yashika Prabhakar