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Life's a Rented Home
Life is a rented home, One day you have to change.
Death when calls your name, You have to leave it.
When happiness becomes unhappy with you
It moulds itself into sadness.
A time will come you fool, You have to walk on thorns
You will become so innocent and helpless
That shrug of your velvet had to be changed into coffin
Clean your heart with faith, Leave the dirty deeds.
Still there is a time wake up else you will burn in hell
Your condition will become so
Neither money nor power will work
And you will be thrown out of your own tall building.
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Unsung Heroes
Do you know about heroes
They don’t act in feature films
They deliver our newspaper and letters
They fight for us sovereignty and dignity
They grew food for us
They pick our garbage
They mow our lawn
They repair our vehicles
They guard our doors while we sleep!
Do you know who else is a hero to us
Who wash our clothes and iron them
Who bring our groceries
Who wash our utensils
Who clean our house
Who open the doors for us
Who picks up our luggage
Who washes our toilet and cleans our drains
Who wanders everywhere bringing us the vegetables!
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Why your every abuse contain a Woman ?
Nine months she irrigates in her womb
Every month you grew up
And she stretches her skin
Your every kick
She feel your every hunger inside her
Your fate’s dream
She decorated before even you
Collecting cent by cent
Your every clothes, every toy
She make from her own hands
Still a shame your every abuse
Contain a woman.
One is your sister
One is your friend
Her sweets, her ice cream
She shares with you
Saving you from scolding of teacher
Signing on every mistake of your
Your cell-phone, your laptop for everything she fights
Being your shield she surrenders in front of family
Still a shame your every abuse
Contain a woman.
After marriage she left her home for you
For you her name and work
Everything she sacrificed
She turned your house into home
She prepares food and feed you
So you not remain hungry
Eating only after you left the table
Your coming part of family
She nursed in her womb
Accepting your family as her own
Leaving her own parents
Still a shame your every abuse
Contain a woman.
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I am a Prostitute, Sir !
When my door is been knocked
Food cooks over my prestige's stove
For you its businesses's dirty food
But in night my daughter doesn't sleep empty stomach
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Food is overpriced than my pride!
Every morning my body broke up with pain
His hand through my breast squeezes my heart
For you its necessary pain
But in morning my daughter goes to school
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Today's pain is bearable against her future!
Everyday i put darkness on my face
Dreams dress up on bed in the face of money
For you they are pieces of my soul
But my daughter fills colour in her book with it
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Her happiness is expensive than my body!
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His Love, Her Play
Heart was empty so was her love
Promised a lot yet didn’t cared
One second he was his world
In other one, nobody!
He did everything for she ignored
Left the world for her yet she left him
All thing was secret so was her emotions
Still he cared, still he cries!
Day passes she became stone
Life was hell , world shattered
Relations were gone family left behind
Yet he prayed for her!
One day she left for another one
In single second everything was up-down
He broke down couldn’t handle anymore
And remembering her face, he left the world!
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