The explosion in Istanbul
killed forty-one
injured hundreds.
It is fearful.
It happens
quite often.
The acts of violence
seem not to end.
They continue.
How long ?
None know.
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Tag: dead
A disturbance is there
Is it of the mind?
that could be any kind
as we truly find
the mind makes a hell
and rings the bell
it makes a heaven
and places it in a haven
the psychic and physic
both work in a trick
if there is a failure in one
it fails the other one
mostly the mind is the culprit
as it destroys the body into bits
throws it as a waste down the drain
the body acts in a feign
becomes an entity that lives through
that walks and talks very much true
befits the epithet
alive and dead
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While Dead
A man died a day ago
people call him great
as he lived till yesterday
he was at default.
The flaws in life
grow and magnify while alive
the defects minimise
look nothing after death
The man dubbed as wayward
while he was living
turns wise and saintly
after his last breath.
The good that we do
lives after the mortals
the bad that we commit
is interred with the bones.
The memory is so short
as years pass on
fast
the dead man becomes history
and his deeds a story.
That be the way everywhere
a saint lives forever
a bad man dies a death
and remembered for never.
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My Dead Granny
There was a woman
not been known much
lived in oblivion
died so in the dark
bore the suffering
tolerated the humiliation
breathed her last seven decades ago
comes from nowhere
almost like a volcano
grandchildren cry with love
attribute her qualities with pride
stand I bewildered in shock
the mind prods and feels stuck
anything gone amiss ?
anywhere to anyone.
Men do remember
not in times of prosperity
only in periods of distress
they recall the bygones
more so their ancestors
This way my curiosity wo
nders
Well, I know not why
am I the only one to think so
then let me be the odd one out
The days among the dead are past
the days have gone fast
nothing would ever last
as everything has been cast
long before they arrived
that is how we derive
the inference in a strive/
Brain is dead
the heart lives in beats
the man sleeps . 
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My Grandmother
My grand mother told me
many lovely stories
understood or not
I nodded my head.
My grandmother told me
many lively experiences
liked it or not
I nodded my head.
My grand mother told me
many useful medicines
assimilated it or not
I nodded my head
My grandmother kept on saying
I paid no attention
I did not give importance
but kept nodding my head.
My grandmother is dead
I really do not know anything
No one is there to guide me
my head goes on nodding
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The Ways Of The World
Great become any when the die.
Death honours them so well.
Their trespasses get buried down.
Their shortcomings go down into the pit.
Their deceit gets burned away by flames.
M
any have the habit saying
that the dead are Gods
blessing us from where they are.
The pulse beat is normal.
The heart beat is perfect.
The man turns cold.
His eyes flutter and
he falls down unconscious..
He is lying down like a dead.
None could understand the problem.
The doctors could do nothing.
The man lies like dead undeterred.
He is a young man about thirty-three.
As all stood around him with down cast eyes,
his wife with his little son rushed towards him.
She shook him and called him by his name
The man is lying down as dead undisturbed.
The little son took a step forward and then retreated.
again made a forward move but got back in fear.
The third time he raced ahead and fell on his father
letting out a cry ‘papa”, ‘papa” which made all cry.
The man lying down dead slowly opened his eyes.
The tiny rat got into the room.
I tried to chase it with a broom.
It ran here and there in fear.
I ran everywhere.
The rat squeaked and cried.
However much I tried
I could not strike it.
It looked so agile and fit
Knowing not how to catch the rat
hesitantly gave a blow with a bat.
The rat fell down flat and swirled.
In a few minutes it lay dead.
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