WORD STREAM (18) GAMES,WE PLAY

GAMES,WE PLAY

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 Primitive game-we play,

Is the love- game,

Where start is, devotion,

And end is the same.

We play amid mass,

To claim the top,

The show goes on,

And we never stop.

We play with friends,

And equally with foes,

A life-long game-

The conflict of egos.

We play with a child,

To seek our past,

To probe the innocence-

We have lost.

We play with animals,

With pets; to boast-

Next to animal kingdom-

We are super most.”

We play with Nature,

The whistle we ignore,

That,foul game is fatal-

Knocking at our door.

Luck gives us an Ace,

But option is there,

Life is a single game,

Play foul or fair.

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                     (C) keshavdubey

                              22-12-2017

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness:           COST OF HAPPINESS *****************************      I am glad to attend this party,  It is in full swing, ...

WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness

          COST OF HAPPINESS

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 I am glad to attend this party,

 It is in full swing, with merriment, 
  All are dancing and shouting,
Climax of hilarity is present.

People pretend to be happy,

The whole circle, as they seek,

They are happier in advance,

And become happiest, at the peak.

I feel all this is a magic,

Which is live- show, to perform,

All are acting till drop-scene,

To exhibit, the maximum charm.

My' happiness' be the top most,

If it lags; it is a curse,

This happiness is meaningless,

Unless, I compare it with others.

I pay for happiness, to buy the same,

Spending the money is no trouble,

If this happiness is a thousand deal,

The two thousands, may earn the double.

With the bundle of happiness, I come out,

It is raining, in the darkness of night,

A poor boy is dancing on the road,

Mud-clad, bare naked, shining bright,

His dance? no rhythm, no steps no sense,

He is playing with an old rustic flute,

 My happiness is with respect to others,

But his innocent happiness is absolute.

I spread my arms to acquire happiness,

As if-it is any technique,any magic,any art,

I wander here and there to find the same,

I forget- happiness lives in the core of heart. 

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                                               (C) keshavdubey 

                                                            4-11-2017

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR: YES SIR ************** ( ---Once, once only, Give me courage to say -NO SIR--) *********************************** I do no...

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

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence : WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence   *********************************   ...

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

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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

.
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

                           

       

                                 

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

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 ...

WORD STREAM (6) Rainbow

     WORD STREAM (6) Rainbow

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A rain drop rests on a leaf,
Dances on the tune of sun-ray,
And stains the beam kissing it,
At dawn of a rainy day.

The night is slowly departing
Rainbow gives it a farewell,
Seven colours shield the drop,
Not to touch it, not to tell.

Violet gives it the strength,
 Indigo feeds the courage,
Blue creates the valour,
Which fills it with rage.

Green gives the notion of love,
Yellow pacifies the tension,
Orange makes it to jump,
Red fills the drop with passion.

The drop is laying idle,
Rainbow gives it a life,
It breaths with vigour,
And turns fully alive.

Then it rolls from the leaf,
Colour strings try to check and revive,
Alas! Colours are faded at once,
It drops down with a dive.

Rainbow colours come in life,
Like the hide and seek game,
The time-wheel moves intact,
Eternal white beam fades the same.

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                                    (C) keshavdubey
                                               30-5-2017

            

WORD STREAM: DREAMS *************Life dwells between two extrem...

WORD STREAM: DREAMS
*************Life dwells between two extrem...: DREAMS ************* Life dwells between two extremes, Both hanging upon balanced beam, One is the reality of life,. The other is...

DREAMS
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Life dwells between two extremes,

Both hanging upon balanced beam,

One is the reality of life,.

The other is, world of dreams.

Man sees numerous visions

All are colorful and bright,

Some come to him in sleep

And day-dreams, in day-light.

Dream pushes him on the rock,

Made-up of gold bricks,

All power comes to him,

His overall authority is fixed.

Dreams of colorful world,
Beloved in the arms,  

If she is yet to come,

Beauty in visionary forms.

His dream is to fly on wings,

Not to delight like birds,

But to conquer the world,

To make them obey his words.

Dream makes the moon, a, bread,

And the sun, a coin in hand,

When man starves with hunger,

Stars drop the dew on sand.

All visions are not visualized,

Dreams hardly touch reality factor,

When lot of dreams are still pending,

The eternal sleep, closes the chapter. 

Close the eyes , enjoy them,
Super gift of SUPREME,
Two in one-package of life,
Shadow of self is, dream.
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                     (C) keshavdubey
                     20-3-2017

 

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (6) Valentine Day

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (6) Valentine Day: WORD STREAM (6)Valentine Day ****************************** Valentine Day is a day. Don't limit it in dimension, Love cannot be d...

WORD STREAM (6) Valentine Day

WORD STREAM (6)Valentine Day
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Valentine Day is a day.
Don't limit it in dimension,
Love cannot be defined,
Thing to feel, no mention.

Send gesture, no gift,
Send fragrance, no flower , 
Drop of dew, rises lily,
No rainfall, no shower.

 Be the solemn heart,
As pure as dew,
Then no need to tell lily-
"I love you".
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                               =keshavdubey=
                                   13-2-2017
                         (keshavdubey.blogspot.com)

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
                  ***********************************

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
***************

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
**************

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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