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Love And Life- A Floral Tribute

Excerpt: This English poem highlights the feelings of a female in which once she tried to end her life due to her Love but that love vanished away from her life.

Poem – Love And Life- A Floral Tribute
Photo credit: Scarletina from morguefile.com

Once a thought ,
a thought of suicide ,
broke me completely ,
and then I searched ,
a lot of tricks ,
to end my world .

More and more I go deeper ,
I found my life cheaper ,
a feeling of depression ,
surrounded me in aggression ,
each and every door then closed ,
as my thoughts made me enclosed .

I took the bottle ,
the bottle of poison ,
and consumed it wholly ,
and with in a minute ,
I faced the reality ,
that was coming slowly .

The word “Love” was then sinking ,
which some days ago was twinkling ,
The word “Life” was going to be dared ,
to emerge again with swear ,
but the inner strength was down ,
as “Love” didn’t need any crown.

A “life” was battling ,
as “Love” disappeared ,
but still “Life” wanted ,
that “Love” in her gear ,
but “Love”didn’t come ,
and “Life” became a fun.

A spark ignite ,
a “Life” got flight ,
and the “Life”screamed ,
to got “Love” in her dream ,
but “Love” had no sound ,
so it all turned around.

A broken dream ,
a filthy life ,
an insane mind ,
where dream aside ,
“Love” wins…….
“Life” spins.

Years turned ,
“Life” burned ,
“Love” again met ,
“Life” again set ,
memories came back ,
“Love”remains sack.

“Love” of another man ,
“Life” of the same soul ,
“Love” and “Life” couldn’t compromise ,
“Love” turned to go ,
“Life” turned ahead ,
with a call to another “Love” ……for come back.

“Life” never run alone ,
but “Love” can …..
so keep your “Love” always ,
in a turning pan ,
where if you deceive ,
you can conceive .

“Love” is not a garland ,
which remains around your neck ,
but “Life” is a garland ,
with lovely flowers all set ,
so let “Love” be a small flower ,
in a big “Life” garland .

Here I got the moral ,
that “Love” and “Life” are both floral ,
where the “Love” smells artificially ,
but the “Life”smells beneficially ,
so let the “Love” be sinking ,
when a “Life” bell is ringing.

A Unique Gift

This English Poem Highlights the scene of an old man's death bed where His greedy kids were demanding a huge share in His property but He wit fully donated the same to others and gave them some unique gifts.

Social Poem – A Unique Gift

He was on his death bed ,
breathing heavily with his face red ,
His near and dear surrounded him closely ,
in a hope to get more and more boldly .

He knew about this cruel world ,
where “Money” is the only word ,
from which the relation begins ,
and for which they end in twins .

If He distributed wholeheartedly ,
his last rites will be perform brightly ,
but if He failed to be given ,
then all those who care him ,will run .

He was a millionaire ,no doubt ,
for which they lifted his collar, with proud ,
but there ears were towards his lips ,
so that they converted their names by tricks .

Suddenly He coughed ,
and the next moment all puffed ,
was raising a high alert ,
that only some more minutes left for flirt.

His daughter offered Him juice ,
but His son poured hot soup ,
was stating the reason behind ,
that soup stunned His mind .

He shouted in a pain ,
but all His cries gone in vain ,
as in the next moment He held a pen ,
to signature the will of His den .

The son demanded a brief note ,
that He was His lovely goat ,
for which He prayed to almighty ,
and granted as a gift brightly .

So His Share was confirm ,
and no other will snatch it for fun ,
Now His daughter’s plea was define ,
that she was a poor girl to suicide .

She had only a single car to bear ,
and being a girl child , Her right was more to be fair ,
She not only demanded a number of cars ,
but also some bungalows to live apart .

The old man laughed , laughed hysterically ,
after listening His greedy kids plea mercilessly ,
and now there was His turn to announce ,
that what both of them got for bounce .

He addressed His son ,”A poor goat ” ,
Come and get a beautiful boat ,
so that You will sail your remaining life ,
with your lovely kids and beautiful wife .

Next addressing to His daughter ,
He granted Her a shoe “floater” ,
stating that,” cars days have been over ” ,
so be an Eco-friendly forever .

And for His remaining will , He decided ,
that the coming generation would be crowded ,
So He nominate them for everything He bears ,
and closed His eyes forever in tears .

Time passed happily once again ,
but the “Boat” and “Floater” still remain ,
and becomes an example to define ,
that Greed never open success door to refine.

Motivated Guides

This English poem highlights the deep thoughts of a female writer in which she got some motivated Guides due to her inner zeal.




Deeper under the Ground , 
I lost all verbal sound , 
just remain with my thoughts , 
that makes me bound , 
to write something deep , 
so that i may creep, 
to climb on a wall, 
that is very near to my fame of hall. 

I got recognized , 
as an insane bride , 
whose groom left her , 
on Her lovely wedding night. 
She screamed for some help , 
to overcome from her bed , 
but no one came inside , 
as she was an Indian Bride. 

And after some days , 
She came with a grace , 
as She was deeply under meditation , 
that helped her for satisfaction. 
so the same Here I tried , 
In a lonely night..... 
When I wrote something from inside , 
and got many motivated Guides.

Kick out Masturbation-improves your concentration

This poem highlights the reason behind the loss of concentration among the young generation and advice them to leave their bad habits to improve it.

What’s new in Today’s Generation?

Yes,the modern art of “Masturbation”.

Whether the teenage Gal or a Guy,

Everyone wants His imagination to be fly.



Parents surprised….Teachers cried,

That why the today youngsters…

Lost their charm of  beauty….

And personality pride.



Adults replied with more patience,

That “Masturbation” increases our concentration.

Its an art of self meditation….

Which is necessary for innovation.



Just think about the old saga….

who remain virgin till their marriage Raga,

How foolish and unromantic they were?

Who consider “Masturbation” to preserve.



“Masturbation” keeps us alive….

Create new fantasies to dive.

Its better to relieve ones own,

Instead of rape scenes to be grown.



Marriage ages are now a days shift ahead,

As first the career making tensions spread,

How one can tackle the situation of career and sex?

So better to “masturbate” instead of paying  “call Gals” tax.



Its not our faults for such pains,

“Media” is the cause for TRP gains.

They highlighted the bombarding scenes,

Which ignited our hidden dreams.



Parents replied- O My Dear child!

Dont take “Masturbation” as an act of pride.

It will make you mature earlier,

Will definitely makes your looks uglier.



Early “Masturbation” makes you impotent,

Develop your mind in slow motion.

As earlier as you indulge in this “Game”,

As more as your youth goes in vain.



Though the “Masturbation” is a necessary part,

But still it must be in our voluntary heart.

If  you will control this young age ” Bait”,

Then can safely beware from future prostrate.



Fantasies are unlimited in teenage life,

Everyone wishes to fulfill them with future wife.

But each age has its own charm……

So better to wait for no harm.



“Masturbation” is not a solution for “concentration”,

Its not a task to remove your “frustration”,

Its a natural phenomena for body’s need,

So better to control more for your future’s breed.



Even the old saying is there….

That excess of everything is not fair.

For this don’t let you “Bare”……

So that no vulgur thoughts tries to enter there.



“Adulthood” is a stage of devotion,

Every adult enjoys it with caution.

“Virginity” is a pride for ones emotion,

Save it for your future Commotion.



Yes,Yes…Parents,We think You are right,

As We indulge in so much Fun…..

That hampers our future to be bright.

And “Masturbation” makes our thinking tight.



” Masturbation” is the only “Devil” which is our envious Part,

It rules our mind and nullifies our career path.

Thanks for your Nice and useful suggestions!

As from now We kick out this “Masturbation”.

Definition Of “Youth” changes

This English Poem highlights the social issue of the Youngsters demise in which our definition of "Youth" is changing day by day.

Social Poem – Definition Of “Youth” changes

Once upon a time ,
a queen asked Her King ,
that What is “Youth” ,
in terms of wings .

The King replied ……..
that “Youth” was the ultimate state ,
between childhood and adult age ,
where the qualities of vigour, freshness made a person sage .

“Youth” was a state of mind ,
where fantasies made one’s blind ,
where one Overpowered His desires ,
and kept it on hire .

“Youth” was the ultimate state ,
of envied and romanticized ,
where one didn’t bother ,
about to be criticized .

“Youth” was the possessors ,
of beauty and potential ,
where everything was fair ,
to kept its credential .

“Youth” was the courage ,
of cowardliness and timidity ,
where the youngsters tried to prove ,
their early achieved dignity .

But now the definition of “Youth” is changing ,
not due to its spelling ,
but due to the acts ,
in which our youths are falling .

Now a days “Youth” is define ,
as an unemployed and drunken turbine ,
Its a state of disaffected and nuisance ,
where their tongue slips in an abusing fluence .

“Youth” regard as a horrible creature ,
who figures out for its lust feature ,
He is the one who rapes an innocent female ,
and try to be escape through the definition of “Juvenile” .

And the verbs too are changing ,
that are associated with it ,
Now it becomes violent and threatening ,
as they are aimlessly wandering .

Attack,smash,vandalize,intimidate and assault,
all are scoring highly ,
and the position of “Youth” ,
is decreasing day by day widely.

Kill,stab,arrest and molest ,
all are the verbs that make them to protest ,
for the acts they are committing ,
for their survival of witting .

“Black Youth” is very common ,
which experienced high levels of racial discrimination ,
and makes them troublesome and rebellious ,
and let others to be furious .

So We should keep in mind ,
to save our “Youth” definition for fine ,
Let “Youth” remained as a King’s story ,
and save our Country’s future glory.

Books Are Our Cultural Heritage

This English poem Highlights the importance of Books and declare them as a cultural Heritage which one must have to preserve for a longer time.

Poem – Books Are Our Cultural Heritage

Books are our Friends ,
So attract us at a glance ,
Let others counted them as a satire ,
But the real Lovers Keep them on Hire.

Books are our need ,
to generate a new knowledge seed ,
Books are our supplement ,
to attain new compliment.

Books convert a layman ,
into a good human ,
Books throws a new light ,
for future foresight.

Some books contain theories ,
and some are for children stories ,
Some are based on common sense ,
while some creates a shining lens.

Everyone of any age ,
Go on studying in a fit of rage ,
As books take away their anger ,
and increase their appetite hunger.

Books based on peace ,
are generally used for preach ,
Therefore books create new thoughts ,
as every thought brings a lot.

Educational books are wonders ,
as they emerge thunder ,
Many new scientists throws new light ,
so that the coming generation makes their future bright.

Books gives us a new hope ,
therefore We learn to climb on a success rope ,
Books fresh our mind ,
and make us more kind.

Books are our soul ,
and plays a new role ,
Books based on Luck ,
Prevents our mind from saturation suck.

Books attain new achievements ,
as they work for mental treatments ,
Books define crimes ,
act as a best pathway to learn new rhyme.

Drawing books impart us an energetic sense ,
as a perfect hand and eye coordination relives us from mental tense ,
Books meant for art and craft ,
save human to become a dwarf.

Cookery books make us a perfect chef ,
and we become habitual to measure the depth ,
Books based on History ,
always remains us in a mystery.

Every country has its own culture ,
and these books describe their future ,
Books are the joyful ride ,
through which We enjoy our Life with a lovely Guide.

Books are our Cultural Heritage ,
So We have to preserve them for a longer age ,
Books are those beautiful monuments ,
through which every age attain happiness.

Unemployment

Again a rally, Again a polling booth, Come on Guys, Its all for the, "Unemployed Youth". A privilege card, A Private hospital ward,Cash them yaar,

Unemployment – A Collection of Three Poems

1. WE  for ” Employment”

Again a rally,

Again a polling booth,

Come on Guys,

Its all for the “Unemployed Youth”.

A privilege card,

A Private hospital ward,

Cash them yaar,

As a reward.

Innocent mass,

Allure them for grass,

Provoke them guys,

like a heating flask.

Fake promises,

Fake mission,

Hold them Guys,

Just as a Fun.

Iron rods,

Bamboo sticks,

Learn to play,

For opposition tricks.

Its a probation period,

So be serious,

If work efficiently,

Then upgrade as a senior.

We are a decent party,

Having a reputed image,

Providing Employment,

In this Election Campaign.

If We will win,

Then improves our sin,

Send all of you abroad,

To know more gym.

Our Employees are smart,

And knows every art,

How to overpower?

A weak man’s  heart.

In the coming next years,

Our Economy is free from fear,

As our youngsters,

Will approach their all near and dear.

India and U.S.A,

Are two poles apart,

They elect for enjoyment,

But We for “Employment”.

2. Employment Slogan

What is an “Employment”?

A series for fulfillment,

Only for those,

Who pays for their commitment.

Its a shriek,

From the Youngsters grief,

How much they going to spend?

To get a “seat”.

Employment Exchanges,

Daily Data changes,

But still Unemployed,

Crush their traits for lower hangings.

Air employees plight,

They went for strike,

Without remuneration,

Fighting for their rights.

Its a serious issue,

But still lies in “Parliament Session” due,

As every Minister work,

Only for His Own Sue.

Begging for the Government,

We request to make this Slogan,

“Employment is our Right…

For country Future Bright”.

3. Employment Exchange -A Beehive

Every Year a freshers batch,

Hope to be employed like an early hatch.

Campus Interviews are held On,

Perhaps their Luck will be put On.

A percentage of 1 are selected,

99 out of them are rejected,

Another Unemployed mass is gathered,

To be survived without feather.

25% of them get depressed,

75% of them faced reality quest,

A late marriage…..an unlucky fate,

Got their “issue” too late.

Again another tension arise,

How their kids will survive?

B’coz “Employment exchange ”  is a Beehive,

Where only names are written to dive.

Congenital Disorder- Request from Woeful Babies

O' Dear mom! O' Dear mom!Why You make me a cursed born?Wherever I go......rumour flows,Look! Poor "Test-tube" Baby......There He goes.....

Poems On Babies

1.Test -Tube Baby – Poems On Babies

O’ Dear mom! O’ Dear mom!

Why You make me a cursed born?

Wherever I go……rumour  flows,

Look! Poor “Test-tube” Baby……There He goes.

Friends laughed at me….

Teacher tested me,

That I am the one….Whose,

IQ level is below averagely.

Test……..Test…..Test,

Made me a mocking fest,

That East or West……

Test-Tube baby is far from the Best.

God send me like a gift….

In your empty lap,

But this cruel world…

Hurt my feels with slap.

Some says- I’m like a “Tube”,

Whose bulb is always fuse,

Lewd comments……..Dirty sense,

Make me more confuse.

I surprise to see….

This 20th century brain,

Where modernity grows…

With mentality sane.

People never see the pain behind,

Which a lady suffer for motherhood,

Excess money,excess pain…..

Still her baby called as- “No Brain”.

Though medical science proves,

Fertility can happen with tube.

But How can our society cope up?

The “Burning Heart ” of a grown up.

Yes, I am a “Test-Tube” Baby,

A miracle of experiments,

Though process is artificial…

But a reality of sentiments.

So a message from my side-

Don’t demoralize my pride,

As I am the one….

Whose future is very bright.

Lets shake our hands!

And make me your friend.

I am like yours….

Whose birth is a well end.

2. Albinism – Poems On Babies

God O God! My almighty God!

Why you made me so odd?

I am an “Albinism” child….

Who suffers from photo phobia and light.

Wherever I Go……..

People laughed with a flow,

That He will be Blind…

When the Sun Decline.

“Surajmukhi” is a flower,

A flower that Blooms.

But I am the “Surajmukhi”….

A thorn that Pricks.

There is no treatment for “Albinism”,

As it is based on pigmentation.

An auto-immune disease against the melanocytes,

Which made my hair Brown and skin White.

But I am a normal child…..

So don’t treat me so wild.

The colour of my blood is same….

As Red as you have but in Dim light.