Nature The Child

 Nature,The Child

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 A child plays with the toy,

 Without any meaning or sense,
 Nature plays with the creation,
  And totally ignores our presence
                                                
The child pats the doll with love,
 Or throws it by the side,
 Nature keeps us on the lap,
 Or rolls us away, with stride.

 Doll is the means for infant-
 To keep him busy in game,
 Man is the puppet of nature,
 To play, and throw, the same.

 Why child is angry; nobody knows,
  He scatters the toys on the floor,
 When nature is furious-with cruel hands,
 Traps the man ,and closes the door.

 Next moment, the child is pleased,

With charming smile on his lips,

Nature also reflects the rainbow,,

A solemn up-rise, a divine dip.
 
   
  Nature is free to show his will,
  He is neither kind, nor wild,
  He is innocent, without sense,
 Nature is God's infant child.


 Nature and child both reflect, His Will,
  An invisible power, of supreme Hands,
 Call that Almighty by any Name,
 Beyond definition, His existence stands.
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                                                       (C) keshavdubey
                                                              7-8-'22
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (12)Dolly's School-bus

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (12)Dolly's School-bus: WORD STREAM (12) Dolly's School-Bus ************************************* The school bus runs very fast, Little Dolly has a vision t...

WORD STREAM (12)Dolly's School-bus

WORD STREAM (12) Dolly's School-Bus
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The school bus runs very fast,
Little Dolly has a vision to read,
Thoughts in the mind have wings,
Which run the race, in speed..

Why trees are sliding back,
Why wind is slapping the cheek,
Why Mom had broken tea-set,
When Dad's anger was at peak?

Why glass-window is tight,
Which stops the rain to come in,
Why Madam Shouts in classroom,
Why children shake like the fin?

Why home-work is daily diet,
Why addition is so negative,
Two 'minus'-quarrel like Mom-Dad,
And result into the one- positive?

Why Sunday comes so late?
To lay fragrance on the floor,
Hardly does it enter the home,
Monday knocks at the door.

Why they say you will know-
When you cross the childhood,
Am I so innocent,little babe?
Why Driver Uncle is-is, no good?

Dolly presses her head in vain,
Questions fill her mind with fuss,
Can it be-can there be-may be,
Two equal,opposite engines in the bus.

Bus, stand-still:engines- in full speed,
Her thoughts may chase the run,
Going no school,no home, nowhere,
Thoughts-race may persist a fun.

Then she may become a bird with wings,
May go up and up in endless sky..
Mom,Dad, Madam,Driver,all--'why-why?',
Bye,bye- up and up-fly --fly--and fly.
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                                              (C) keshavdubey
                                                     5-12-2016
                                                (keshavdubey8@gmail.com)

WORD STREAM (11) Everyone has a----

Everyone has a----
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(A Question)

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Everyone has a child in himself,
Who sleeps in the core of heart,
Keeping the child in drowsy state,
Is the skill,magic,the human art.

Man poses- supreme, mature,
He is master of art and skill,
He climbs up, stairs in life,
World moves on, at his will.

Childish purity in heart shielded,
Childish smile slowly gets lost,
Man writes future in space,
By rubbing the script of past.


Dancing of birds,swinging of trees,
Flutter of butterfly,twinkling stars,
Chastity of soul, and inner eyes,
Turn into hatred,terror and wars. 

Violence,lust,slyness,and proud,
Man inherits, along with the age,
When he gives new meaning to life,
The inner child laughs in the cage. 

"Can you reverse the time-wheel?"
Says inner child,bent on his knees,
"-All the world is blessed to you,
But can you again get ME?"
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                            (C) keshavdubey

                                      19-8-2016

WORD STREAM (1) An Infant To Man

WORD STREAM (1) An Infant To Man
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( I wrote this poem 0n 8/5/2016.Some friends do not agree with the line, " Either He is inside,
                                                                                                                  If not,for him.nowhere."
I got inspiration to write this, from great Saint Kabir Das who said,
"---ना काबे में ,ना कासी में ,ना परबत कैलास में ,
मोको कहाँ ढूंढे बंदे ,मैँ तो तेरे पास में। "
(I am not in the places of worship,I am in your heart.)
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I have two eyes,
You have two,
I have two ears,
And you have too.

You also have,
These two feet,
I lay in cradle,
You wander, in street.

I have one God,
He reflects in eyes,
You have many Gods,
-You are so wise.

My God is in my heart,
Yours is everywhere,
I live with Him,
You search, here and there.

One day,I will grow-up,
My God will take a dip,
He will vacate my heart,
-Will find a place of worship.

God lives in man's heart,
Infant,pure heart-He is there,
Either He is inside,
If not- for him, nowhere.
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                                                          (C) keshavdubey
                                                                  8-5-2016
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WORD STREAM (19) The Headlines

                       WORD STREAM (19) The Headlines
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Look at the HEADLINES,
The top-most of the day,
Probe papers,T.V.and the net,
And seek media X-ray.

State heads are meeting,
Warships have sailed,
War is the comet-head,
Peace-talks, is the tail.

Global warming is the news,
Money is floating,
Weather is freezing,
Market is boating.

Violence is usual,
Terror is routine,
Bullets are shot,
Hands, unseen.

Uncommon is common,
Every ghost is live,
It becomes headlines,
That two plus two is five.

Glamour is charm,
Poverty ,abuse.
Glamorous poverty,
Is the news.

One leader bursts,
Next one briefs,
One cuts the stem,
Other waters the leaf.

Go to hell-you say,
But no going is done,
Hell is all around,
Ready to welcome.

Headlines mobilize,
Men,women,old and lads,
Hypnotize millions,
-The lines of 'heads'.
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                                         (c) keshavdubey
                                             12-4-2016

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WORD STREAM (21) Good,Best and Best

(21) Good better and best

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I see your rosy cheeks,

And your lips so mild,

I fear to touch you,

-my dear infant child.

You are my love, my life,

My mirror, and my vision,

Flying in dream horizon,

-my most colorful pigeon.

I shield you from evils,

Armor you with my arm,

I can fight the whole world,

Let misery come, in any form.

But sorry to say, babe,

With myself, I cannot fight,

I have darkened this world,

Instead of giving it light.

Future has wrapped your gift,

That is pollution, atom, and terror,

Beauty is beautifully killed,

And we all pretend-not our error.

My babe,I am the 'man',
The man,who was one time,a child,
Rainbow was then color of world,
How I turned to be so wild/?

We all, who blame each other,

Were one time, babes, in our nest,

-Had seen a vision of this world,

To be- good;better; and best
 

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****original poetry
                                  =keshavdubey=24-1-2016

WORD STREAM(29) Terrorism

I am standing here,

In this crowded street,

Lot of rush and noise persist,

I am firm on my feet.

Everything seems to be safe,

Except the human life,

An incident may darken the scene,

Only spare the ‘news’-to survive.

Terror has become the part of life,

By no means-anybody can ban,

Men can come over all evils,

But man cannot escape-man.

I see terror by face,

It looks as common as me,

Then what poison melts inside,

How anybody can kill me?

An unknown device may explode,

Shower of bullets may burst,

Always expect the unexpected,

Terrorism targets, from last to first.

Terror is mixed in air,

Terror is in the heart,

Innocents are the target,

Killing is the fine art.

Let me forget all this,

Nightmare is still in queue,

I am quite well here,

And I hope the same to you.

Let me hope to see a new dawn,
When innocent facing  barrel of gun
Will bent it,turn it, with full force,
To target the terror,to make it run.
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(28)Most Obedient

Man is most obedient,

When he locks his mind,

He stores the orders,

To faithfully, rewind.

It is easy to shut,

The mouth, eye, and ear,

To surrender the ‘self’,

And live without fear.

                                                               Like few pet animals,

Who dance on master’s tune,

Get bread and butter reward,

In the long chain, of- fortune.

Meaning of self-esteem,

They do not know,

Who yield to super power,

Through corridor of life-they go.

Super powers innovate,

The regimentation of thoughts,

Mental slaves never say,

The ‘how’, ‘why’ and ‘what’!

This silent slavery ,

May one day bounce,

Clones may replace man,

To act as clowns.

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(27)My dear enemy

WORD STREAM   (27) My Dear Enemy
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I know you, I recognize you,

You are one, in the long row,

I smile and welcome you,

You are my enemy, you are the foe.

Hatred is in the core of heart,

Chilled in the inner cage,

But modern trend teaches me,

-Paste the smile, on the face.

Weapons change with the age,

Now bloodshed is not seen,

When opponent opposes you,

Pretend all red signal; green.

All seem friendly, all well wishers,

Like next to kin, in the town,

All give firm support to leg,

And wonder! I fall down.

A friend may neglect me,

But enemy will never depart,

I may live in friend’s mind,

But I reside in enemy’s heart.

Now life is to act, not to live,

Society is one stage, as a whole,

At the cost of profitable deal,

Enemy and friend, change the role.

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                                                                          (C) keshavdubey.blogspot.com
                                               

(26) Money Plant

Money Plant
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It was the precious root,

Of a real MONEY-PLANT,

I planted it in my yard,

Safest place, of my haunt.

I took utmost care,

To safeguard the same,

It soon began to grow,

And then the result came.

Tiny plant became a tree,

Actual money poured out,

Coins, notes, currency, bills,

Money in all forms-stout.

Oh! But what this happened?

The tree was inclined, above all,

I was to water the root,

Branches crossed the boundary-wall.

My neighbor collected the fruits,

Money- plant was really funny,

Plant was no doubt, mine,

But others enjoyed the money.

Money is money, a solid fact,

It is not a work of art,

I set aside all great thoughts,

And cut the plant, with heavy heart.

I offered the root in charming pack,

To my neighbor- smiling wide,

To grow the same, with hard labor,

So that; fruits may come to my side.

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                                                                    keshavdubey: 16-7-2007
                                            (::googleplus/+keshavdubey8)

(25)The story of story

Stories had the same start-

“Once upon a time”

And that concluded the same,

A hero-worship rhyme.

The stories had legends,

Queens and kings,

They were honest, corrupt, fighters,

Devils, spirits, and angles on wings.

Meaning of story has changed,

Story was pure imagination,

Now, in the hands of journalist,

Is a weapon to create sensation.

Now story is a colorful picture,

Told with sensational rolls,

Be cautious-if it is ‘real’,

Reality and story are opposite poles.

Media plays with the words,

They hypnotize the mass,

Through the hole of a needle,

They can make the elephant pass.

Abstract is filled in material body,

You find the ready-made heroes,

A moment’s flash-and nobody knows,

How they come, and where they go.

It gets high ranking,

If story has scandal and glory,

Murder, rape, gossip make,

The modern- ‘story of story’.

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WORD STREAM (24) The Wonderful Bombay

WORD STREAM (24)  The Wonderful Bombay
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Dreams of rising buds,
Youth, with vigor and gay,
Struggle for vent-despair and distress,
All melted together; coin Bombay.

 A city crowded with mob,
Of all color, creed, and age,
 Perceive- peak of liberal idols,

And crest of human bondage.

City rushes with jet speed,

Never sleeps in night,

People rise in blind dark,

And fall in day-light.

No terror kills the spirit,
No blast stops Metro,
This giant roller crushes flat,
Any poison trying to grow.

People are unknown to each-other,
Loneliness exists in crowded city,
Faces seem faceless here,
But Bombay has top identity

Sun rises in the sand
 Heroes welcome,greet,
Sun sinks behind towers,
Zeros, clash in street..

It stretches arms to welcome all,
There is firm soil, under the feet,
Open sky is above the head,
Rest; Bombay is ready to greet.

Any person who comes here,
To struggle for roof, and shelter,
Gets the matching color soon,
And becomes, branded-‘Mumbaikar’

It is one axis of world trade,
One time, it was national passion,
This soil  exported Mohandas ,
And imported our Father of Nation.. 

No unique city is found,
Away; from this city apart,
Certainly, the city- dwellers,
Have imprint of Bombay, in heart
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                                        (C) keshavdubey
                                               14-7-2016

                         

(21)Good better and best

(21) Good better and best

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I see your rosy cheeks,

And your lips so mild,

I fear to touch you,

-my infant child.

You are my love, my life,

My mirror, and my vision,

Flying in dream horizon,

-my colorful pigeon.

I shield you from evils,

Armor you with my arm,

I can fight the whole world,

Let misery come, in any form.

But sorry to say, babe,

With myself, I cannot fight,

I have darkened this world,

Instead of giving it light.

Future has wrapped your gift,

That is pollution, atom, and terror,

Beauty is beautifully killed,

And we all pretend-not our error.

We all, who blame each other,

Were one time, babes, in our nest,

Had seen a vision of this world,

To be- good;better; and best

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Original Poetry
copyright :keshavdubey
23-1-2016

(20) Yes Sir

YES SIR
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I do not apply my reason,

Here logic is to err,

Simply close the eyes and mind,

And always say –yes sir.

Known as short cut to success,

A square to lift the life,

Where four directions open,

This is number five.

I flow with the current,

In the river full of fog,

And float on the wave,

Like an inert log.

Instant success is my aim,

I am afraid to fall,

Neglecting the will and logic,

I shake head- that’s all.

Can I swim against the flow?

Can I dare to say “NO”?

Can I stand across tide?

Or, bow down and - let it go?

Worshiped are those, who say-no,

For the cause of their mission,

All yes-men are living toys,

Dancing puppets; of exhibition.

Am I always, gone with the wind?
Am I weather-cock,floating fur?
Once-once only -O,"SELF" in me-
Give me courage to say- NO SIR.
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(16)The Border Is Intact

The Border Is Intact
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 In this hilly village,

I lived as a child,

With the passage of time,

Village has become wild.

I visit here again,

After a long phase,

Upon the heap of years,

Is piled, the bundle of age.

It is the same rock,

My place of fun and game,

On it, with childish urge,

I had engraved my name.

The border of flat stone,
Had shaped the frame,
In zigzag letters,
Was written my name.

With long passage of time,

Nature has faded the name,.

Now, I see tarnished surface,

Where words have become lame.

Years and years have passed,
Life has traveled  in between,
Most letters are rubbed off,
Hardly faint 'k' is seen.

On the inscribed script,

Many cracks are seen,

Rustic grass has grown,

Scattered; in- between.

Time will erase my full name,

The border remaining intact,

Next name will replace mine,

This is the eternal fact.

One day,one child will come,
Will dig his name here,
Will clap hands, with divine joy,
Eternal truth is very clear.

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            (C) keshavdubey
                 17-10-2016

(15) I Am Helpless Dad

I am helpless, Dad

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Daddy I am super most,

When I come first,

If someone is above me,

Your anger may burst.

You examine my progress card,

With all possible discreet,

May I see, only once,

Your old mark-sheet?

I must be polite,

Should have good manners-

By seeing the parents quarrel,

With their ego- banners?

I must go to sleep,

Sharply at ten forty,

I don’t see your return,

From the cocktail party.

You enjoy as you like,

Your tricks are always new,

You ignore my presence,

But I always see you.

Life of great men-

I read what they said,

But you are my idol,

I am helpless Dad!

You preach me by saying,

Early to bed and early to rise-

What latest rule is; to be,

‘Healthy, wealthy, and wise’?

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(13)The Happiest Man

WORD STREAM (13) The Happiest Man
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He was blessed with fortune,

All happiness knocked at his door,

Grief, sorrow, pain, and tension,

Darkness in his life was no more.

All his wishes were fulfilled,

He dwelt in the castle of wealth,

Beauty, love, power, and respect,

The divine favour and sound health.

                                                      While all virtues lay on his feet,

One day, he prayed with pure heart,

O God! bless me happiness for ever,

Let the chronicle of Time be stopped.

There may not be any future,

And no dark past- to repent,

My grand life be stand-still,

No lead or lag- but only present.

Then a rare incident happened,

His humble prayer was granted,

Among his happiness, the Time stopped;

To comply with his will; as he wanted.

He is still amid the eternal joy,

Reflecting brightest phase of life,

People come to see this unique man,

Who stopped the Time to survive.

People call him a master piece,

Who claimed rise; and no fall,

He tried to check the wheel of time,

His portrait is hanging on the wall.

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                                                  = keshavdubey=
                             21-2-2016
(google plus/+keshavdubey8)

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WORD STREAM(9) Can We Laugh ?

                                               

                                                      

          WORD STREAM (9)Can We Laugh ?

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                             ( one, who laughs at himself, is ,on the path of NIRVANA.)

                             

                                                     

                                                          Laugh is the unique instinct,

                                                           That Nature has given to man,

                                                            No other creature can think of.

                                                            But man laughs without ban.

                                                            People laugh in the package of joy,

In happiness and merriment,

Hilarity opens the mouth's gate,
               Bundle of pleasure, flows out of vent.

Laughter is declared good for health,
This natural gift is now a device,
The expert trainers teach in the club,
Paid laughing has become exercise.

              
People laugh at human follies,

Others' distress is their concern,

When lips tender, balm of words,

Secretly, they laugh, turn by turn.

Killing, slaughter , massacre, and terror,

All are condemned by mankind,

Away, from crowd of crying mass,

At other end, secret laughter, we find.

When we stand opposite to mirror,

And see our own charming graph,

Can we judge the person inside,

At our own SELF, can we laugh?

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                                                          (C) keshavdubey
                                                3-3-2022 

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