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Written Since 1990

Naresh Kumar Sevak (NK Sanatan)
“Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.” – Sir Francis Bacon

Can it Possible

(On Anna Hazare’s historic fast at Ramleela Maidan)

So call a crusader

Who makes the fast a weapon

To make pressure on Government

To implement the Lokpal Bill.

He becomes the voice of democracy

He points out some prior points

One of them is right to recall.

The right to un-choice candidature

And dominantly the corruption

In the short span of movement

He and his team men defy.

They decide to form a party

And proclaim about it at J-manter

And the govt. and the opposites

Yes, awaiting the movement.

They all look satial

And desire to hold the power

So seek the political arena

And by involving in action prove

No matter, they all welcome

But are they innocent.

All they stainless

And would be mr clean.

Yes, is a piericing question

The member who have accompanied

Are they opportunists

Or in fact the selfless

Throughout the political career

To remain stainless, difficult

And can be testified.

By being a human beings

It can be impossible

But it is the demand of time

So let’s accept

Because we have an another options.

“Mirror of Childhood”

(On my student (teen age) who lost his father)

If it would be the toy

And might that be broken.

He could be wept bitterly

In pretending form or real

May be the different matter.

The child has lost his dad

But he is unaware with the fact

That what is the mean of death.

He sees the scene of farewell

All his closest and nearones weep.

He thinks why and un-affects.

His dear mother burst into tears

She seems completely broken

For him doesn’t matter.

He is of only nine year

He doesn’t understand the mystery.

He is raw & unaware from the worldly facts.

He doesn’t know the worldly woes.

He weeps for his broken toys

But not for his broken father.

He remains ease and unreactive

Where his father has been carried

What is the last rite for deads?

He isn’t familiar with these facts.

He is lucky in one form

He is unaware from all facts.

So he hasn’t experience broken moments.

But when will he grow up

And familiar with all worldly facts.

Then he would be broken

And wood complaint God.

Ah God! You didn’t justify

But at the one stage he would experience

Yes, then he would role up complaints.

Then he wouldn’t have agonies

And would not lement for past.

But good he hasnot seen

Yes the mirror of life.