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O my soul! My soul! Thou must indicate from within: My body is fragile & subject to die, So that my sound never be a harsh din, Never be source of harm as have to say-'bye'. O dangerous diseases! Deadly diseases! Kindly keep thy killing behaviour active on my frame; Otherwise I may become a proudy puppet. Lest my acts may harm horribly humanity's  aim, As the society will debate on me like advocate. O my conscience! My conscience! Keep pricking my ego randomly, So that I may not become a prickly plant. I must be sure sensitive solemnly, To be loved & blessed & people to chant. O my heart! My humble heart! Shape my feelings to make me man; Keep tears in eyes and smile on lips. Store sympathy & empathy in this pan; Allow not to cook cheap chisel like chips. O my mighty mind! My mighty mind! Control my thinking from instigating any evil; Delete all the revengeful torture done on you. Think not to trouble any form of life ...

People know you as a reverend respected man; But you pour poison onto pure plant of posterity, I know you cook the venom dish in dirty mind's pan; Oh! But your seedlings also belong to humanity. You're very very vexed by your shining son's sinful acts. Don't you know that you're reaping rewards of wrongdoings? The luxury and comforts you've gathered are illgotten facts, You're completely changed from natural to artificial by your doings. Almost everyone in your family is in  Government School; Your wife visits her school rarely for physical presence. Your London living Bihari teacher sister never attended her school; You all are the hard-core criminals and spoil the nation hence. Your retired  teacher father invested millions rupees on pilgrimage; How sad! But he couldn't see the children's Divine image. Your house becomes business hub and you-like people's assemblage; Why's your mind so polluted and you're causi...

Thou has nailed my nerve system's networking cage; A decade ago thou cremated thy own creators in fire's raise; Some years ago thy cousin was crushed under a car bright; Some months ago, thy brother dead due to a black snake's bite. Some weekends ago, the whole world was caught in a furious full flood; It took many lives unbiasedly and thy veins were full of frozen blood; Some weeks ago, thy bosom friend dead due to essential electricity's shocks; The terror of death was clearly visible on thy face as thou check'd even socks. Some weeks ago, thy only son's ailing caused you cry, Some days ago, thy wife was burnt while cooking fish fry, Some hours ago, thou was closely shaved from a killing collision; The whole world is suffering under the feet of covid-19, You're talking of the feast and the merry din, And today thou said-'No one can be matched with my vigour and vision.' Oh! Thy existence is already super insecure & momentary; Yo...

Last morning when I woke up, I felt the feeling of forgetfulness; An unfamiliar image seemed closeup, A holy hand touched me for fretfulness. The baby called me–"Daddy!" He blessed me with a sweet kiss, He looked like a pious & pure paddy, Had He Himself humbl'd or he's His bliss? After a moment I knew that he is my son, Gradually I recollected about myself; I knew that I am one who's serious fun, I heard sweet spouse bitterly reminding my self. It's beyond our control to hold His will, Our real self is entrapped in body Bastille. –Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

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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...