Rajneesh, the running brook!

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My Bone Marrow is indebted to your own Morsels Which hardly supported your laborious Lactogenesis. My fair Frame is made of your fresh fragrant Sweat That has kept you Burning in summer & Shivering in cold. The sound of my Heartbeat is made of Your soundless Cry Which was rarely realised by the shopkeeper of sweatshops. The Liquid of my eyes are formed by the dry saliva in the Mouths Which never secreted while feeding me up to my Fill. My Blood Cells are painted by You Both while suffering from Anaemia That can even not be fulfilled with a blood full of Arabian Sea. The lustre of my skin was ensured at the cost of Your Wrinkles Which are symbols of your sacrifice like that of Burning Flames. My brain was tried to be sharpened by the emotional and professional teachers Who respected and rejected Your humble prayers respectively. You remained Sick and consulted many doctors to cure my common cold This realisation stirs my Heart out of my body to fetch Heaven un...

Oh!Thy oral autobiography vibrated the veins of heart & mind, Me is thy culprit who could not contain thy top secret behind. Curse to myself but the volcano of thy story's wave erupted this poem, Forgive me for I'm innocent as thou know even my inner xylem & phloem. Now allow me to tell thy suffering for I wish to share thy mental pain, I assure thee, I'll never highlight thyself & thy suffering-source with my pen. I know mere words can't express thy feelings & anxiety; But, "O my dear friend, how can we blame that alone Almighty?" My good eyesight had witnessed thy excitement & love devoted, Thou always planned for her happiness hence thy heart was love-coated. She too never showed her hypocritical heart even in her dirty dream, She was thy mental peace, energy, smiling face & even fairness cream. Thee bequeathed thy everything on her name, Oh why! Why did she cheat you & play the dirty game? I know t...

Thou must recognize thy real self; Thou art the creator of human-self. Thou art not a penny professional; Before handling ensure thyself devotional. If thou wishes wealth, thy job is dead; Thou has a cipher heart & no head. Thy comfort lies in thy sincere duty, Thy single mistake can curb root of beauty. Safe Handling!! They're Uranium cluster, Thou can't control only by chalk & duster. Read their eyes & faces for their feelings before anything, Inspire them towards positive aim before their spreading wing. Don't behave like a mechanical/robotic teacher, Do reach to every disciple & know their feature. Don't let them only memorise the facts & figure, Respect their individual differences and configure. If anyone fails to understand, 'tis your fault, The way when thy cook either forgets or adds more salt. Review thy method, conduct, language and point of view, Teach the same topic differently & be ready for other plans to se...

I know you're born of a mother, That's why I call you human brother. You shall sure have a human father, Where you lost thy love & feelings further? O Terrorist Brother! O Terrorist Brother! What's about thy blood, air, water & food? Have they made you just lifeless wood? Have you even digested thy human-heart? Can't thy eyes see natural beauty & art? O Terrorist Brother! O Terrorist Brother! You're the killer of millions kind mother, Your God also needs her & a pious father. Which region & religion you wish to form? Is murder of humanity thy God's norm? O Terrorist Brother! O Terrorist Brother! Which bloody business have you begun? Instead thy holy book, held unholy gun? Which heaven's gate made of murder? Which nectar comes from deads' border? O Terrorist Brother! O Terrorist Brother! Which God asked you to kill humanity? No God 'llbe formed without morality. Killing  humans means  killing t...

I saw the dream of rural India; An honest farmer's honest deeds & idea. Oh! But it's very tough to believe the trust; The man loved mother-earth & its crust. I know dreams are product of thinking, But it was strange as I never such song singing. Anyway, that darling dream was mind blowing; The white bearded man was cultivating for seed sowing. The soil of the field seemed grinned like flour; The old & lin,white-dhotied farmer looked like weathered flower. He had used his all pure might & power, His face looked like a fountain of sweating shower. The field looked levelled like with butter. He was prophet,saint or something better. The two white bullocks too seemed pious; They looked like the same goddes s Parvati's choice. Was Lord Shiva himself standing in the farm? Or he was a helping hand against human harm. The bullocks near farm started grazing green grass; Heathy wheat seeds were peeping through the glass. First ...

Ah! You can't separate sweet smell of soft rose. Thou this art isn't love but its dangerous over dose. Love but only pure is the product of natural cause. Thou art thy love never reflect but forceful shows. Thy ill efforts like pebbles throwing in a calm pond; They create innumerable waves & makes strong bond. It's never physically inbuilt in me to reach thy hand; It's in my heart's every part like grinned grains of sand. Oh! Let me die before any blame and dirty defame. But, Ah! I'm sorry as she is present in my soul's flame. I always wonder-"Why should you abuse her name?" She's heavenly formed for me before the earth came. You can control my body not my feelings free flow. Behold her! She is shaking air & the sweet wind blows. Oh! Thy respectful position is already preserved. You can't be she and she can't take thy relation reserved. How can I explain my source of energy and imagination? My mind a...