We are not always right….

We are not always right….

Not every time we are the King,

sometimes even create a fuss as we sing;

Remember even the leaf would dance on thy will,

then who are we, intruding the nature’s skill,

the eerie tornados of inhuman morality,

killing the every truth with its brutality;

Everywhere brume of bloodless notions are furled,

enervated this powerful creation as drab  world.

  Prachi Gupta

 

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Poetry “Morning peace..”

Morning Peace…

The morning when my feet out  to drop my child to his school,

I peek out , busy roads, moving vehicles, children  and everyone with their tool;

wanted to feel the morning scent , pleasantries of weather,

the chirping and flying of birds,

shook my heart and made me realised

the freedom and hedonism is the extreme joy of heart & soul;

don’t miss to be the cachet of beautiful nature,

the dawn with its reflecting colours,

the widespread clouds and the peace in them;

the moving flowers, leaves shows the prosperity

and unfeigned creation of God,

oh how obscure we are , to see the morning pearls,

never  try to unfurl this joy,

but just in envisioning the colours of selfish life.

Prachi Gupta

 

Appreciation…

Appreciation…

Oh, who don’t like the word of Appreciation,

no, no not for others, just and only for one’s self elation.

They are enchanting, filling heart with false ways of soothing,

either with harming others or with their clogging.

So unknown with their inner soul,

vanishing its traits and have attired it with coal.

Listen you, the greatest creation of God,

moor your growing selfish desires, being so odd.

Forgotten, the vows you had with Lord,

never to mutilate and break your cord….

I urge you all,

value the life, value the moments, value the people

Else, you would left with bare hands and life be crippled.

 

Prachi Gupta