Free Verse
Awake! Poet
O! poet,
You have written enough on beauty,
You have taken us,
To the world of dreams,
You have used your false imagination,
To please us,
Have you written on hunger,
Have you felt sufferings,
In your poetry,
Awake! poet,
Think and write on hunger and sufferings
Old Cries
Our lives have
become like autumn,
We have no zeal and happiness,
We have been discarded like garbage,
None has time for us,
We have become insignificant,
Who were once the master,
Don`t consider us weight on yourself,
Don`t forget that you have also
To grow old
Lord Buddha
O! Lord you gave us
the preachings of middle path,
You provided us the teachings of truth and non-violence,
Although your statue has been destroyed by bomb,
You are still alive in the form of your teachings,
Self respect, self determination, self knowledge,
These are the three forms of
Lord Buddha
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You come to me like
a swift moving river,
And touch me like the river touches stones,
Your waves,
Vibrate my mind and soul,
You take me from this world to another,
You water plants and trees,
But I remain like unquenched earth,
You are an innocent continuous spell,
But I am a stagnant object
