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The Rose , swollen. With its pollen. With skill and in silence. The bee has it stolen. All the bee wanted was some nectar. But is unaware of the sin it committed. But O great Creator , you're the almighty protector. And for his children he always has something knitted For someone who has lost the fragrance of life, You prove to be a source of light. For someone who wishes to die, You give him a chance to multiply. Bee has to chase the flowers , it's nature A comet is nature , A sonnet is nature But a bee in your bonnet, Makes this nature monotonic. O great Supreme being , you are a clever watchman. You know the bee will suck the nectar, The cycle has just began. Unwillingly you put some grains next to his feet, This is nature no one here can cheat And the bee helps the flower to reproduce, And this way a new life is introduced. But the bee is still unaware of this charity, Oh Brahma the singularity. You're the one who designed it this way, You're the one who never led us astray, There's always a predator and a prey, But this balance in mother nature is so gay. #kavyotsav2
Sixteen Mad Boys Sixteen mad boys we were, We were all unique in our own ways. For cricket we had a never-ending craze, Standing tall against the heat haze. Be it farms or the ground next to the church, We were familiar with every pitch. Be it tennis or county or leather, We were familiar with every stitch. The ground was our niche, We never had pavilions. We just relished playing our game, Unlike the other civilians. Although we all were good friends, Only after the match ends. But before the match an enraged batallion of eight, Willing to go to any extent to win over the other eight. Today After sixteen years i visited my village, Only to see the wreckage. The grounds are gone as if they never existed I wanted to play again with my brothers, But I missed it. #kavyotsav2
IT IS ME. If I am deficient. Be patient Ignore me If I act proficient . I know I have flaws I know I have broken laws I have seen falls However I crawled I always knew what a loss is life is all about will and skills He has provided me with discretion and limbs Then why can't I control my sins? Someday I will rise ,I'll agonize for the prize but I'm afraid of just one thing , I self-realized What's the point of life ? If felony accompanies me to the afterlife. I always knew what a profit is life is all about toil and thrills He has provided me with discretion and limbs Then why cant I control my sins ? If I am deficient. Be patient Ignore me If I act proficient . #kavyotsav2
The Gifted Blind There is this old chap in the town, Who is completely blind. Some say he is gifted with a brilliant mind, Others say he was a cruel father, To his pleasing and charming daughter. He was the only clinician in the town, His wife left him in the Johnny gown. But his wife left him with his beautiful baby girl, With big black eyes, and hair with curls. He raised her right , He was her knight. His expectations from his child were high as a kite, With time and love his baby girl changed into a woman. Young, voluptuous and smart. She started to practice under her dad, And then one day she met this lad. They fell in love with each other, But what was ahead is not very rad. Her father wanted her to marry the chivalrous Jervace. But the man she loved was unornamented and his income was tad. He was a chauffeur at Jervace's palace. But their love was unclad. And then she confessed about her love to her pa, And now her father was in trauma. How dare you? Her father yelled. Love is blind and so are you, she said. The famous surgeon bawled out, Jervace will be your groom. Leaving his daughter in tears, He left the room. The next day was as usual so far, The doctor reached his home from the infirmary. And as he opened the main door of the house, He shouted ,"Ohh Holy Mary". On the floor there was his daughter's corpse, But in his mind, he had an angry retort. And even till today not once he thought, That he is responsible for all this mess. Nevertheless, after few days he prayed to God. He said, Oh lord, what was my fault, I wanted the best for my lil daughter, And she wanted to marry a chauffeur. And she said I'm blind. Jervace was the perfect find, If you can, change my mind. Next day, the father woke up blind. But God's not sure if he changed his mind. #kavyotsav2
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