Perfection
Perfection is the purity of heart
Which makes impurity apart
It is the purity of mind
Which makes a person so kind
It is the purity of body
With no chance of a folly
It is the purity of skill
Which always gives us a will
It is the purity of ambition
Which makes possible every mission
It is the purity of ability
Which cultivates a sense of nobility
Perfection is only a creation
Which is required to complete every relation
Poem on urbanization
For comforts to be satisfied
Man made a civilization
For the growth of urban areas
Man made urbanization
We claim to live in urban areas
But do not fulfill the criteria
Of housing, wetlands, forests and space
We proud to be urbanized
But are we organized
To solve problems which remain immobilized?
We crave for a good life
Why we never ever strive
To prosper, grow, think and thrive?
Art
Art is magic
Which describes feelings – happy or tragic
No wonder it is so creative
Art is a joy
Which dwells in a particular girl or boy
Thus, selective of an innovative mind
Art is not what we draw, dance or sing
It is what our heart, mind and soul bring
From the deepest of our feelings to hand, body and throat
Pain
Pain is no longer pain when it is past
But sometimes it does not heal fast
For it is deep and hurting
It makes the lips curling
The pain giver is as innocent as we are
Though we think he is not what we think is
And keep him behind a dark black and lonely bar
The pain should be tried to heal
Or it may get converted into a seal
Which packs the heart so tightly
Which only a sharp and loved person could feel
Life
Life is full of joys and sorrows
No matter which simplest solutions you borrow
It is never completely lived
As half of the life is believed
To be the gift of God
Life is of course an ice cream
Which would one day surely melt
And today I think the day has come
When as dead I have ever felt
In a few days my soul will be vanish’d from my body
Nowhere will it be seen
Nor this is the worst that could have ever been
Savior
Water, a powerful element
Destructive or constructive
Never shall thou challenge
It changes thy life in a moment
It is the source of being
Which mankind happily pollutes
Such devilish acts are
Not worth a hundred salutes
Come, come, lets do something
To change the minds of mortals
Or it will be too late to save
And the globe will be left with nothing
