Unsaid & Unexpressed Verses, Poetic Tidbits (Read Them Separately)

Mother, My Mother, Oh, she is not! II A house with And without a woman, Think you. III What is she saying, Have you marked it, What does it her face? IV I am like you, Today am here, Next time will be there. V Before calling myself talented, I would like to see, How does it get wasted If the opportunities are not! VI Learn from the flowers to smile, Keep smiling even In the sorrows of life. VII How desperately is she struggling With life, A desperate attempt to bail out of Adverse situations, Which come in no doubt! VIII What is she saying, The face of that one Standing at a distance? VIII Stand you, pause by and think it Before you take the steps, Where are you going? How the path to be chosen? IX Wild flowers bloom they And fade away too Before their beauty is appreciated, Wild but ravishingly beautiful. X How does genius get it wasted, You cannot guess it Laden with ego and puffed with pride! XI Stand, stand you before taking to guns, Fire them not, They are the Buddhas, Buddhas, The Bamiyan Buddhas, O Talibans In turbans, loose shirts and pyjamas! XII Is this the India Where the female babies are neglected, Daughters are subjugated to poverty and impoverishment? XII My daughter, What is it in your fate, That I don't know it? XIII I shall not stay here, Come that someday. One day I shall not remain here, Shall have to go away. My life is short, very short That I know it. XIV I am not what see you, Call you, Shall mingle with clay and dust one day, Turning into coals and ashes. I do not exist. The clay's body will return to clay, Clay and dust And it's all That I want to say to you.