A lost Soul
Though far, I always felt u around,
those feelings which once kept us bound.
Now what left is jealousy and hate,
for you, I was just a little bait.
You shattered my spirit, my emotions for pleasure,
treated me as scum, though you were my treasure.
Still heartfelt apology for what I felt,
all feelings now crushed and dealt.
Sanctury of love now lies burnt,
though painful, a lesson for lifetime learnt.
no one there to believe and trust,
stand alone in this world I must,
No such feeling will now dwell,
Life is just a scorching living hell,
I will burn painfully in this inferno forever,
You can enjoy your heartless life however.
Rajeev Sharma
Reasi
Stolen dignity…
Love at par
Hate recites
Freedom all gone
Struck by the eyes
Clothes all torn
Lustful eyes
Enough to disgust
Even without molest
Accusations passed to a great extent
As in crime was mine
Movement ago it all was mine
Now only Stolen dignity of mine
No one to confide
Am accused
With all their might
They still roam
To snatch another soul…..
Simrat Soni.
GCW Parade, Jammu.
Child in Rain
A child stood in rain
With her sorrows and pain
A small child was she
But strong enough she seemed to be
Her fault? she didn’t know
To world nothing did she owe
Rain drops touched her face
Then they slowly increased their pace
When those touched her lips
As if she drank life in sips
She was left with no power to fight
But wished everything to get alright
She had a tom soul
Felt she was alone at whole
Only if the rain could wash her memory
And could set her mind again free ..
Then some one wishpered in her ear
‘Seek me, for I m very near’
Bowing and prostrating to him
She saw her problems getting dim.
Snober Aaliya
Jammu Institute and
Research of Ayurved
Last Stage
When you grow very old,
The stage is last,
Eyesight and teeth,
Both are lost.
The hairs and ears,
Both turn weak,
The activeness and digestion,
Both will sneak.
The veins and bones,
Both feel pain,
Problems and worries,
You will gain.
Often kidney and urinary bladder,
Catch the infection,
The liver and lungs,
Stop their function.
The ribs and muscles,
Become very loose,
The wrinkled skin,
Can never be smooth.
Head and hands,
Both need rest,
Sound sleep and leisure,
The means are best.
The health and help,
When we lose,
Silence and submission,
We should choose.
The lucky are those,
Who get proper attention,
Mostly the oldies are ignored,
By the advance generation.
Only the remembrance of “God”
Can ensure you peace,
Only he can relax,
Or grant you lease.
Vidya Rattan Sharma
Nagrota Gujroo (Kathua)
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