NEW YEAR: HAPPINESS
I am glad to attend New Year Party,
All are dancing and shouting,
Climax of hilarity is present.
NEW YEAR: HAPPINESS
Mr. Gentleman
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Mr.Gentleman was standing in the field,
In open and vast area , greenery everywhere,
Standing erect, in formal grass uniform,
Pretending the silent caution-'Who Comes There'?
Mr.Gentleman was a scarecrow, to guard the crop,
Previously, he performed his duty very well,
The flying birds, grazing cattle, animals stopped,
For them, this strange thing was a danger- bell.
But soon, they learnt that this was only a puppet ,
Very soon, this figure's gentleness was quite clear,
Birds sat and danced on the head of the scarecrow,
Cattle pulled the grass, rubbed their bodies without fear,
Then one morning the troubled farmer brought a gun,
He hid behind Mr. Gentleman, and fired in the air,
One bullet spread the horror and panic all around,
Mischievous creatures shouted- unfair, unfair, unfair.
Shooting for a week, and no miscreants were found,
They never expected reaction from inert Gentleman,
Birds disappeared in the sky, all the cattle ran away,
All the creatures seemed frightened, nervous, and wan.
The farmer took a deep sigh, and said to the scarecrow,
"Dear Bizooka! You are gentleman, it is not sufficient,
By force,you have to compel others to be equally gentle,
Then only,safety of the crop is possible, hundred percent.
Gentleness rebounds, only with the help of gunfire-
When the climax of gentleness strikes deaf ear,
Thunder shots are required, so that others can listen,
Is that clear?"
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=keshav Dubey=
15-11-2024,
keshavdubey.com
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The Journey
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(1)
I go a long, long way,
Fall, fail, and suffer, in valleys and sand,
I tire, retire, retreat, and rest,
Keeping my milestone in the hand.
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(2)
The River jumps, dances, falls from the peak,
Breaking barriers- catastrophe, damage, and flee,
And all this thunder, violence, and destruction-
Only to calmly embrace the sea?
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(3)
I stand at the junction of two roads,
The first unknown path is damaged and distorted,
I choose the other familiar and comfortable path,
That leads me to the point, from where; I started.
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(4)
The River falls down from the peak,
Running , dancing, jumping, all acts of mime,
She blames the dead, rigid, inert mountain-
who has traveled the everlasting journey of Time.
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=keshav dubey=
17-5-24
keshavdubey.com
The River : Meghamati
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A hilly river divides my village in two halves,
And the only link is a bridge, old,rustic, ancient,
The relations,emotions,love,hatred among the people,
Are woven with this lifeline-all past and present.
Rainfall on mountains quickly floods the river,
Old, round shouldered bridge sinks under the flow,
Slit and mud captures widespread land on both sides,
Every year, my village faces this destruction and blow.
Huts float on the river, crops are often washed away,
Woods,logs,bushes, even pet animals are floating on top,
All running with the current,moving away and away,
The poor farmer on the bank, fighting for life- dead stop.
And one morning ,sun-rays start dancing on calm water,
Day starts smoothly, slipping on the hilly, naughty torrent,
River again becomes lean and thin, after her horrible anger,
Some traces of ruin and catastrophe, but still looking descent.
Silent old bridge, takes a sigh of relief and starts breathing,
Schoolboys with bags on their back, throw stones below,
Farmers cross the bridge with a heavy heart, towards fields,
Cattle float on the river surface, their heads high and low.
Faith,family, relation- all that is the symbol of our being,
is this naughty, mischievous,lovely river, the part of our life,
We have worshiped Her as Goddess,since long, long past,
In every walk of our life- in harmony, merriment, and strife.
This dancing river is eternal thread, linking me to the mountain,
I have spent childhood here,played,enjoyed, grew-up on her sand,
She reflects myself before me , when I am here, far and far away,
My beloved river-Meghamati; be , before my eyes, till the end.
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= keshav dubey=
12-04-24
keshavdubey.com
Words Never Die
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Words are sound,
Words rub-off,.
Words rebound.
Words are arrows,
Words are balm,
Words start massacre,
Words make men, calm.
Words block the door,
Of iron dome,
And create a vent,
In blind home.
Time-wheel digs the grave.
And make the words lie,
But Truth drags them out,
Words never die.
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=keshavdubey=
23-2-2024
keshavdubey.com
FAREWEL
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So you are going, dear old year?
Of love, war, hope, hatred, dusk and dawn,
With the heap of sweet and sour memories,
Shouting humanity ,brotherhood, and massacre plan.
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WELCOME
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First ray of light, kindly kiss our eyes,
Enlighten the solemn path, where we go,
Bestow all boons, all virtues, on us,
Shower the rain of humanity, to form rainbow.
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=keshav dubey=
31-12-2023
keshavdubey.com
The Life
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The glass is empty,
But not dry,
That's why-
No break, no stop,
Sip the elixir of life,
Till last drop.
Every end, is new start,
Go miles and miles.
In the dying tree,
The last leaf smiles.
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=keshav dubey=
7-9-'23
keshavdubey.com
The Dream
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The child dreams,
A flower, in the gun,
Man knows-
It is loaded,no fun.
Time wheel can not be reversed.
This dream is funny and wild,
Flower can not replace a bullet,
Man can not become a child.
When violence creates bloodshed,
And killing becomes an art,
First, man targets inside-
-the infant, sitting in the heart.
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=keshav dubey=
16-7-23
keshavdubey.com
The Real King
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His little dreamland
In dreary deserted wasteland,
This real king-
On dream's wing.
NO ENTRY, PLEASE.
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Skeleton of an old coconut tree,
Stands erect among pygmy plants,
Looks at the long distant horizon-
What his unknown Guest wants!
He is far above the elixir of life,
Which floods greenery of ground,
His destiny is to search in space-
Ultimate home,where Death is found.
Below,on the ground of muddy, soil,
Peeps out another tiny, coconut plant,
Mother Nature replies the destiny,
This is Fortune-that I want.
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=keshav dubey=
24-4-2023
keshavdubey.com