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Thursday

WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR

YES SIR
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(---Once, once only,
Give me courage to say -NO 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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               (C) keshavdubey*
4-10-2-17












Wednesday

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence   *********************************     I was filled with excitement My heart w...

WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance



WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence
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(memory is an everlasting treasure----) 
 














 I was filled with excitement
My heart was beating fast, 
Spending fifty years in a foreign land
I was reaching my village ,at last.


I had past memory of my village,
When I was young boy of ten,
I still had a vision in my eyes,
Of that place, as it was then,


Narrow lanes, and thorny bushes,
Endless fields, fragrance of land,
Round shouldered huts, zigzag fence,
Neighboring river, and knocking sand.


Crop, as regiment, standing high,
Greenery laid on the bed of soil,
Tough farmers, with rigid figures,
Fighting their fate, in turmoil

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When I reached my native place,
I was shocked, with series of quakes,
My vision,my village,my dreamland-
Had turned, into an industrial -complex.


My village did not exist-no more,
Dreamland was not there to define,
There was a sign- board flashing,
“National Highway Twenty- Nine.” 


No forest,no huts,no village,no fields,
All vanished.beneath the dense smoke,
Virgin river dipped into jungle of concrete, 
My vision? dreamland?--O,what a joke!


Highway had joined the giant metros,
To bridge the new age, by presence,
My tiny river had died, beneath the bridge,
To become MEMORY; beyond existence.
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                                                  (C)  keshavdubey
                                                                   30-8-2017
                           



       

                                 







Tuesday

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (31) Terror

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (31) Terror: Word Stream (31) Terror ********************* Terror is terror, Give it hundred names. -betrays mother's womb, plays   wild gam...

WORD STREAM (31) Terror

Word Stream (31) Terror
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Terror is terror,
Give it hundred names.
-betrays mother's womb,
plays wild games.

Love is emotion,
Love is devotion,
Murder of love ?
Is terror-notion.

There is prayer and worship,
There is a bomb-blast,
Mad man-sends package to heaven,
And imports hell at last.

Mad man's animal-instinct,
A pitiable,brain-wash slave,
Blind,primitive creature,
Enters the terror-cave.

Eternal long path is,
''LOVE"- written on wall,
And short-cut?
Kill. Eliminate all.

Terror is no '-ism',
-A destruction cult,
Abuse to humanity,
CREATOR'S insult.
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        ( C ) keshavdubey
                     9-7-2017



Monday

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (6) Rainbow

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (6) Rainbow:       WORD STREAM (6) Rainbow ****************  A rain drop rests on a leaf, Dances on the tune of sun-ray, And stains the ...