To the beacon light
Behold again, here comes the fest
to illuminate our life, to let it shine.
To counter the dark, both in and out
to let the animal, bow to divine.
For it is the day, darkest of all
when the moon refuses to glow.
But we light up, our homes and heart
To let the hope every where flow.
But today indeed, we find the dark
roaring its ravenous tongue.
Corruption in games, ready to devour
The flamboyancy of our young.
Shamelessness lost, all of its limits
When they cheated in name of death
The martyrs of the Kargil wars were duped
and hence, the darkness made its wealth.
Bright young men, are getting punished
for no crime of their own.
Be it reservations, in the name of caste,
Or be it by an IIT-goon.
Educated or not, the girls are asked
a hefty sum for a groom.
Thousands of such, leaches among us
are sucking someone's blood and roam.
To the soaring population, it seems indeed
no one is giving a damn.
If you don't peep, in the long future
you are surely going to be condemned.
Who is there, to fight such dark
To look beyond his own life?
Who is there, to do something,
To light up against, such vice?
One and one, make it to eleven
so let us all count on this.
Let's try to do, what least we can,
let's hope for a collective bliss.
Let's learn to multiply, happiness with all
let's divide the sorrow amongst us.
Let's make each life illumined, for which
let's all be a tiny source.
Behold again, here comes the fest
to illuminate our life, to let it shine.
To counter the dark, both in and out
to let the animal, bow to divine.
For it is the day, darkest of all
when the moon refuses to glow.
But we light up, our homes and heart
To let the hope every where flow.
But today indeed, we find the dark
roaring its ravenous tongue.
Corruption in games, ready to devour
The flamboyancy of our young.
Shamelessness lost, all of its limits
When they cheated in name of death
The martyrs of the Kargil wars were duped
and hence, the darkness made its wealth.
Bright young men, are getting punished
for no crime of their own.
Be it reservations, in the name of caste,
Or be it by an IIT-goon.
Educated or not, the girls are asked
a hefty sum for a groom.
Thousands of such, leaches among us
are sucking someone's blood and roam.
To the soaring population, it seems indeed
no one is giving a damn.
If you don't peep, in the long future
you are surely going to be condemned.
Who is there, to fight such dark
To look beyond his own life?
Who is there, to do something,
To light up against, such vice?
One and one, make it to eleven
so let us all count on this.
Let's try to do, what least we can,
let's hope for a collective bliss.
Let's learn to multiply, happiness with all
let's divide the sorrow amongst us.
Let's make each life illumined, for which
let's all be a tiny source.
ps : I would like to thank the person, due to whom I thought of writing a poem, which subsequently metamorphosed into the poem presented before you all.
nice poem and good points..
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