IF YOU CAN
If you can; please don’t break,
the for-granted Faith of your Father,
you do remember, His Blood is at stake,
he would die even before you rather……….
If you can; please don’t break,
the unconditional Love of your Mother,
you must know, Her Womb is at stake,
she wouldn’t survive revealing it to other…………
If you can; please don’t break,
the enormous Belief of your Sister,
you better know, Her Trust is at stake,
it would be hard for her to look
at another mister………
If you can; please don’t break,
the God gifted Bond of your Brother,
you need know,
His Strength is at stake,
he would perish before any other…………
If you can; If you can;………….
Kulbhushan Gupta
TOMORROW MORNING
When I wake up tomorrow morning
Will the world be the same as
It was yesterday morning
What about all the trees in the forest
What about all the humans that
Used to be so honest
What if the wars are on
And the peace is gone
Is this what everybody wants?
The cry of the infants, the
Weeping in mother’s hand
Just so hard to understand that
Life has taken a horrible stand
Still the time is not lost and
We can make a last call
To everyone for the sake of God
When I wake up tomorrow morning
Will the world be the same as it
Was yesterday morning
Mehak Khajuria
T. Tillo, Jammu
LIFE IS FINE
I went down to the river,
I sat down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin,’
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Vishupartap Singh
Vill. Billawat Ramban
my unsung notes
As sun rises, my misery intensifies,
What I am mourning over,
That everything inside of me cries.
The darkness of grief, encircles my little eyes,
Why I am silent, do am self-lying?
Once I chant, did I forget my love-song,
‘O’ Nightingale…Come remind me,
Have buried my notices, help set them free.
I regret over and over,
The echo of sadness killing me inside,
Wish if somebody sit by my side.
My heart still aches, throat still trembles,
Just take me away from self harming intentions.
I did not want to experience the pain of death.
But somehow the pain of living seemed worse.
Sona Khajuria
Hiranagar
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