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You should have not died Sukhlal.
You should have been
careful,very careful,while handling
T.V set,Dish antenna,live wires.

You should have been cautious
about electric hazards.
Stupid you Sukhlal,stupid you.
You have simply wasted your life.

Sukhlal, how could you surrender
so easily to death without any fight
without any objection,without
without giving any chance to anyone?

How could you Sukhlal how could you
forget the faces of your young daughters
and of your old mother and wife
before you breathed your last?

Sukhlal, Sukhlal,
You should not have died
You should not have died
Sukhlal, Sukhlal, Sukhlal.


Death of an evening

I will probably write a poem
to hang this evening till death.

No hope that it will survive
the harassment of time unkind.

Else,I kept this evening for you
but you have lost the reason to take it.

Wish those days did not change
and I had no reason to interpret

what you say and what you mean
and what you mean but never speak out.

Wish I did not buy that instrument
which only increases the distance.

I could then arrive to your door by walking
to give you no chance of saying any excuse.

But most of our wishes are not fulfilled
so I’ll not move and allow this evening to perish.

Sometime I look at the sky above

Sometime I look at the sky above
to find
You aren’t seen mother
None of them are seen
who moves there

all of a sudden
not giving us any clue
and not even saying
a goodbye!

What’s the hurry, mother
why calls from above
should always come to them
who has no plan
to leave us apart?

Tell me, mother,tell me about
the greatness of
heaven’s secret plan
or it’s cruelty is just
breaking my heart.


Mind is preparing
so ears listen to
so far been unheard.

Not to disclose
it is to be left for you must
for a better work I’m told
is done this way.

I met this man
or exactly not so
in a busy market place
a face in the crowd

aged and about to retire
worried and truthful
agreeing no more
to carry the bags of vanity

saying something
my ears listen to.

Your vote please

Live and let die is not a good option
because someone has to die for others.
Who knows this is not me someday?

Die and let live is also not a good option
because I have got to die for others.
This is never my choice for obvious.

Die and let die is a bad option
because I have got to die with others
How can this be my choice?

Live and let live is the only good option
because no one has to die for others.
My living is somewhat guaranteed.

Let me Vote for safety of my life.


I don’t believe
I’m going to dye soon.
Actually I don’t wish to dye now.
In fact I don’t have any reason to dye.
I don’t,don’t, don’t.
I hate dyeing.
my hairs are still black enough.

But this is a crazy world.
People are dyeing everywhere.
No age bar for dyeing
Red,yellow,black and white
everyone dyes.
Anyone dyeing any time.
Dyeing has become a fun almost.

N.B- There is no typo in this poem
Please read this poem once again
after reading it as it is, please read it again replacing the words
dye=die and dyeing=dying