Vimal Writes

A guy,having food and fun After got over he wasted some, Beggar over there begging for Bun, He tried to dispose the some... But one stopped and gave the Some to the beggar-He smiled And made him thanks to him. Everyone got ashamed, who wasted food Even i done the same.. As same as,the thing remainded, After death our body disposed, Things Which were got buried, But-some of them looking for the past, Even god says to donate. But he never knows good things got boycott, If is good to put stuffs as dust? While someone begging for that, something happens after death, while someone looking for new birth, Donate organs as well as... Propagate as much as........

Everyone appreciating the man,who gave efforts, Even it gave failure, prime man never expects, Whole country was nail-bitting and eagerly waiting, For the moment,where they make History, By the first,who landed in south. But happened what?lander's signal got cut, Sudden dejection over the nation, Millions appeared front of screen Got depressed,After watching the scene, Person hiding the pain with smile. Turn back and take look at your's They were getting tears for what? Not for the landing,for the lands. Yes,they are farmers,real heros Getting suffered by lot.. Go back to their villages and see their Pain,injuries they faced But you guys Getting tears for the landing, Not for the land,think rationally.. They are our's and Make some sense.....

Hoisted on the onion Dome, Or hoisted on the kalasha, On the Holy land of Ayodhya, The blasted bomb and the ripped head, Yielded the same dark red, Did the land of Holyness serve its purpose?.. Did the clasing of holy metals hung, And the sacred words of persia sung, Ignite to let the blood flow, Or to let peace sow.. Oh you performers of holy rituals You burnt the camphor To let your followers smell Or to let your followers wail Oh you fool in spiritual Quest They are who tore his vest And the who came to Quench Mecca's thrist, Are not found in walls with priest, But are found behind your chest.... Why you search god in Altar? Find your god in a Mirror........

Shattered heart hunted hard; Got it back,Nothing less but better than this, Defeated again,fought again Lend a time, color it again,have hope... Unknown reason shoted by treason, Have some hope. Wait for it luck help you Trojan Horse Accompanied more but accomplished something,but I'm noticing: Graceful life,wanted More;I got sore, Practice without evidence try to win by your innocence. Take your time make your work, fake their trick. Comfort zone is lonely phone. Have some grip by made good trip. Wait and listen for lovely voice Never from loud lady. Criticise your head for fixed heart Make yourself tired never end in retired, Blending the work is meant for Ending your trend. Corrupted minds,have collected saints Arrested aim,has authorized approach When it ends in peace;