MONEY RACE
‘Love’ and sympathy,
Are vanishing in money race,
Greedi ness and jealousy,
We have to face.
Money can provide,
The comforts and luxuries,
Without money,
We lack even necessities.
Smuggling is possible,
If you are healthy,
Security and safety,
Is assured only for wealthy.
Money can buy,
Favour and justice,
Every body will welcome,
If you flourish.
Honesty or humanity,
Is losing its grace,
Human character is shabby,
Only due to money race.
In winning friends,
The money role is prime,
The money is helping,
The rise in crime.
The big scams,
Shield the commission,
The marriage in friendship,
Needs no permission.
The society circle,
Has become so vast,
Making the relations,
Forgetting the creed or caste.
The people want money,
Some play fraud,
They forget the death,
And the power of “God”.
Vidya Rattan Sharma
Nagrota Gujroo
Empty Life
When happiness is just a dream
In memory’s distant past
And marriage just a fantasy
Which never seems to last
When laughter is unheard of
And frowns replace a smile
When people live in silence
And friends go out of style
When love is an unknown word
And hate the thriving passion
When peace is far behind us
And war the latest fashion
When all these things come to pass
And every word’s a hidden knife
Then people are merely shadows
Just living an empty life……
Bhanu Vohra
Ultimately
A Guitar card plucked gives out music
My heart Lord sings out your name
Your beauty is my undaunting appetite
Your love gives me my real name.
I never discovered what I really was
Until we two crossed our path,
A catchy time was sure waiting for me
For cupid to catch and shoot my heart,
Many would have denied this action
But for me it was a reunion after falling apart
I know I will lose my heart
But in return will gain something above all
Will get you in my life
And this feeling to get you is past of all,
I know now we are at distance
But ultimately we will be one…….
Pankush Thappa
AN ODE TO MY
GRAND MOTHER
There are roses in your garden today
They have come to life just days after you ditched it
I know these are your essence that
is so beautiful
But I’ve realized that God is not so
merciful
|I have shed tears much to my relief
They have never left me, but strengthened my belief
That these tears are a must
For the roses to grow
And to brighten my day
After nights so low
But since they are you
I know they will leave me some time
And take away from me what I always thought was mine
These roses of yours will shed their petals
But I’ll keep them with me
Since they resemble
You, as you were just before you left
Me, there, as a stalk that once bore
These rosy petals that have now
befallen.
Anmol Rathore
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