It Should Pass
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It Should Pass
A day with lovely events has to pass,
As it gets dark,
The light sinks,
Night descends.
The day passes.
A year with turbulence will pass,
As it sees outbreaks,
Of riots and diseases,
Political feuds and economic recession,
The year passes.
A generation of people would pass,.
After experiencing hardships,
In personal and career,
In finance and life,
The generation passes.
Everything which has life has to pass,
It is an evolution,
It is a regeneration,
It is wisdom,
To allow all things to pass.
A civilisation has passed,,
After encountering ups and downs,
Through invasion and attacks,
Through years and centuries,
The civilization passes.
Beyond Reason
There are many facets that confuse ,
There are many concepts that puzzle,
There are many directions that mislead,
There are many categories that kill,
Why so they do queries the mind?
Is it an evil mind that is at work?
Is it a diabolical device that wrecks?
Is it a greed that overwhelms?
Is it a jealousy that breaks?
Is it a vengeance that slaps?
Is it an inability that overtakes?
Is it a defeat that cramps?
Is it an animosity that cripples?
Reasons are so many,
They have myriad faces,
The destruction implicated sucks,
The depression experienced is gruesome,
Yet those who establish such crafts,
Live happily in good cheer and joy.
Is it not beyond reason?
Devastating It Is
Devastating It Is
Floods across the world cause a quick havoc,
Quakes around the world create a speedy ravage,
Droughts on and off bring about an unbearable famine,
So goes the nature’s mentality in destruction.
The lovely landscapes that are found throughout,
Of mountains aiming to reach the sky,
Of blue oceans tossing up and down,
Portray Nature’s wonderful gift.
The desolate trends expose a melancholy,
Leaving the hearts saddened to a standstill
The beautiful scenario expresses a solemnity,
Mellowing the minds reconciled to a quaint silence.
Devastating is indeed an enigma,
As it indicates to a rude chaos,
As well it points out to a stunning attraction,
Picturing itself as an oxymoron.
It Seems Lucrative
In the world of material earnestness,
Values take a back step ,
Money attains a lofty greatness,
While morals get a beat up.
Earnings are tracked in quickness,
As revenue accumulates in leaps,
Financials become robust in wellness,
As the portfolios yield in heaps.
Investments are for profits,
In stocks as well as commodities,
Recently income from shares depletes,
Gold funds yield considerable liquidities.
Well, money gets the predominance,
As life is subjugated by currency,
Nay , money attains a prominence,
As it governs all in supremacy.
Returns from investments are essential,
To keep the fire burning,
They are but not the only differential,.
That make life going.
Happiness rests not on revenue,
As it cleverly escapes from the clutches ,
Making its presence felt in all other avenues,
Moving ahead of the monetary gains without crunches.
The Other Side Of The Bridge
The bridge over a river is steep and high,
The newly laid tar shimmer over the fly,
Vehicles big and small get ahead in a ply,
As the bright sun descends into the sky
This side of the bridge is gay and merry,
The prospects of growth are too many,
Traders heap penny over penny,
As there arises an enrichment sunny.
That side of the bridge is too desolate,
The lack lustre trends cause a violate,
The shrill cries of the famished is articulate,
As there emanates a frustration isolate.
Amazing to see a difference in so short awhile,
Delighted by the mirth experienced in great style,
Dejected by the misery felt in a deprived travail,
Tears gush up thwarting the feigned veil.
