Rajneesh, the running brook!

THE SUN OF FAME, THE IDENTITY!! People play a strange game, Where same act brings fame and defame. By default they should go to them Whose deeds deserve the same. But why am I usually blame's aim? Is it only due to difference of name? How is defame turned into fame, When it is supposed to go to a muscle frame? Even my silly mistake became a blunder, My colleagues reported it as a plunder. My mind asked," Don't you ever wonder?" I replied that they knew to hide their thunder. Oh, this world is not fit for innocents! Cunning tricks are must even to infants. Ah, if a poetry sings the praise of treachery, Values will be vanished from human-factory! O let them trouble their minds in trapping. Whole world is ready for ovational clapping, For those who are harmless to humanity. They can't hide the sun of fame,  the identity! by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra (Copyrights reserved)

  Your sacrifice has shaken the motherland  Who is already perturbed by the pandemic. Her rolling tears will tear the butcherland Who is notorious for her terror-epidemic. Oh you venomous worshippers of venom, Anti-venom is being collected worldwide. Even Adam is shocked how you come  To earth, by hiding your poison which side? Our martyrs are cremated in heavy hearts.  Your terrorists are disposed in gurgling gutters To send their dirty souls to hell for hellish arts. The universe bans your entry with Her shutters. Every Indian individual is a soldier- ready to die,   No seed of terror will germinate if this applies. Don't snatch Indian-Humanity from our culture  We're able to grow gunpowder in agriculture. -Rajneesh Kumar Mishra