But it is very tough to forgive and forget.
If you can do this difficult job,
There will be no need for anyone to sob.
Because exasperating can lead to harmfulness,
It has made many unhappy and the others depressed.
If you have controlled your fury and are walking in peace,
Then you don’t need to learn anything,
Because you know how to get down on your knees.
Smoking
What do the people find so good about smoking?
They don’t stop even when their neck starts choking.
They know that it destroys their heart,
But they forget everything when they start.
It is a waste of time, money, and age,
It is like little happiness in a cage.
Their lungs are filled with tar,
They don’t remember who they are.
They don’t harm just themselves but even the environment,
The pollutants take away the oxygen scent.
They don’t only spoil their lungs, but even those of the people around,
Coughing and sneezing, these people are found.
Smoking is not at all good for man,
He should stop it as fast as he can.
There are some so addicted that even when everything is lost,
They won’t leave smoking at any cost.
There are better things than a cigarette roll,
In your happy lives, it is like a hole.
It may be hard but not impossible for one,
To leave smoking because there are better things to learn.
A Girl to Her Dad
“Dad when you hug, it feels a lot to me,
When you keep your hand on my eye, the whole world I can see.
When you talk to me, I feel like I’m the luckiest girl,
Even your bad gifts, for me it’s always as precious as a pearl.”
“I can tell you all my secrets,
My loves and all my hates.
Even if you’re the only one, I’ll always be on your side,
Because you supported me even when I wasn’t right.”
“In my life, you have the highest price,
There’s no other person I’ve seen who is so nice.
Even my friends are in competition in a race,
When I see you, I get confidence, I get grace.”
“I’ve never seen God, but I think in my life, you are one,
You told me to face life and its problems, but not to run.
When you tell me that I can win, I believe,
I will keep on trying, till you don’t tell me to leave.”
“You know why? Because you’re a dad,
You can never stand to see your daughter sad.
You know if you leave me, I won’t cry,
But if you go away, Dad, I’ll die.”
There Is Always Good for Bad
There’s always something good for something bad,
Just like to solve every problem, there is mom and dad.
Like there’s sellotape for every torn page,
There is peace in the mind for all the rage.
For every mistake made with a pencil, there’s an eraser to erase,
For every bad review, there will be someone else to praise.
Like for every villain, there’s always a hero,
For every criminal, there’s a CID bureau.
Like for every thief, there is the police,
For every cuss word, there are words like ‘sorry’ and ‘please’.
Like for every wrong, there is a right,
For all the darkness, there is a candle to light.
For every enemy, there’s a best friend,
And a frightful start always leads to a happy end.
For all the time wasted, there’s some time that we can use,
Like there’s always a win for the ones who lose.
There’s always a bulletproof jacket for every gun,
And a dedicated leader for every corrupt politician.
So don’t think that the whole world is hopeless,
Because there are some who are still giving their best.
Small Things
Tiny drops of water make a little pond,
Of which, the fishes are really fond.
Little coins can make a large amount,
Maybe first it was small, but now it’s a big count.
A small seed gives you a big tree,
And it’s because of the small eyes that we can see.
A small mosquito can get you on the bed,
The whole dress is stitched with a small thread.
A small red brick helps form a wall,
Then it becomes a building, elegant and tall.
A small talk can determine your best friend,
A small glimpse of a fashion show can inform you of the latest trend.
A small contribution of yours can change the world,
It matters a lot to a poor boy or girl.
A small mistake can cause a lot of harm,
There’s always a small shrub that starts a big farm.
All famous names have started from a small thing,
They tell whether you are a good or a bad human being.
In your life, small things do matter,
They tell you what is good and better.
So take care of the small things, and the larger things will improve,
Just take a small step, you’ll make a big move.
The Best Day of My Life
The best day of my life would be when we all would stop fighting,
And with our imagination, the world we would be lighting.
When we all start to unite,
Whether the problems are infinite.
The best day of my life would be when we all start saving,
And when we all would stop all the blaming.
We start saving the beauty of nature,
For every country’s coming future.
The best day of my life would be when a prayer will start the day,
And when with birds and animals, we would play.
When everybody smiles and the world has no worries,
Even in the eleventh hour, no one hurries.
The best day of my life would be when everybody will show love,
Whether it is a big tiger or a small dove.
When problems will come, we will face them with a smile,
When a person does his work pile by pile.
The best day of my life would be when God says “This is my Earth,
Where all loving creatures I’ve given birth.”
The best day of my life would be when I’ve completed my goal,
Of sending this message to each and every soul.
In Heaven, They Talk...
Maulvi: “When the Britisher’s had come, didn’t we unite?
But after that, why did we have to fight?”
Pandit: “The English separated us by divide and rule,
No one thought this could happen, everyone was such a fool.”
Maulvi: “I know now but who will make my children understand,
Allah never said ‘Hate Hindus’, it was in the Britisher’s hand.”
Pandit: “Never did Lord Krishna say, ‘Muslims are bad’,
It’s we who have created this huge gap.”
Maulvi: “I wish Mohammed and Raj wouldn’t have been apart.”
Pandit: “I wish my son could marry the girl with a Muslim heart.”
Maulvi: “I wish people on Earth understand that only love has to matter.”
Pandit: “One day, all the religions will just be scattered.”
Maulvi: “One day, the goat and the cow will be of no use,
Only a truthful hand will help when you lose.”
Pandit: “I’m waiting for the day when a Muslim celebrates Diwali,
The day when a Hindu enjoys Eid and Qawali.”
God:
“My sons, now only the moon can get them both together,
It’s only the moon that can give the bird its feather.
Karvachauth ends after seeing the beautiful ‘chand’,
It also favours Eid and the holy month of Ramzan.”
It Was My Fault
When I do something, I fear the public’s opinion,
I know I’m right, but I always have the fear of male dominion.
Oh, you deserve to be at the top because you are a man,
Of course, you’re the focus, and I’m just a part of the plan.
Yes, everyone will blame me because I was drunk that night,
Yes, it was my fault because I was the one to interrupt your sight.
Yes, I had worn shorts, and I know it was my mistake,
Yes, I’m wrong, and I deserve all this hate.
I’m not a virgin, so my parents aren’t accepting me,
And since you’ve proved you’re a brave man, you roam free.
For the same people who loved me first, now I’m characterless,
And among all the handsome hulks, you’re chosen to be the best.
And now, now I’m scared of you and your vicious mind,
I’m scared of everything that comes from your kind.
Even with my little hope, I’m afraid to face the world,
They’ll suppress that faith because I’m a raped girl.
Night’s Grudges
Darkling, darkening, silent, and depressed,
These are some of the synonyms through which I’m addressed.
Why say that the day is beautiful, but I leave you alone,
That morning gives you joy, but I give reasons to moan.
Oh I know when the sun comes, the sky looks crystal clear,
But to destroy the darkness in me, my friend, the moon, is here.
My companions are the stars who shine brighter than the sun,
Then why is the day reserved for flowers and nights for the knife and gun?
You say that love happens in the pleasant days and I support the fights,
Then know that your partner is disloyal, don’t blame the wonderful nights.
You say you get positive vibes during the day, but I give sorrow,
No that’s not true, I only give you the courage to struggle tomorrow.
Well you can’t keep your secrets from me how much ever you try,
I know who you miss and how many tears come out of your eye.
I’ve seen people sneaking out of the window to meet someone else’s wife,
And I’ve also seen the people who sit near the lake and think about life.
If the day has got entrepreneurs, actors and singers,
I can proudly say that I’ve got dreamers, fighters and believers.
They Never Returned
He said, “Mom, today I don’t want to go.”
But I shouted and said, “No excuse for school, no!”
I wish I would have stopped him at that time,
As a mother, my son’s death is my own crime.
I thought everything would be normal, just study and play,
But who knew there were armed fools out to ruin the day.
He was my son, someone’s brother, and someone’s friend,
But these heartless people put everything to an end.
He wanted to become a doctor, that was his aim,
But for the terrorists, their lives was just a game.
I was waiting so long for him, but he didn’t come,
And when I went to the school, the situation made me numb.
The mothers beating their breasts,
The fathers holding their breath.
The police and the ambulances moving here and there,
There were streams of blood spread everywhere.
Do these terrorists not have a heart?
How can they make a mother and a child apart?
Oh Lord! Where is the humanity burnt,
Our children went to school and never returned.
About the Author
Sometimes after reading the book, we not only love the content of the book but also the thinking and effort put in by the author. Our young poetess, Tanisha Kothari, born on 20 April, 2000 in the state of Rajasthan has written about some things which most of us forget to appreciate and also fail to notice at times. She started writing in 2010 in 5th standard and kept improving with each new poem she wrote. Now, completing her 12th grade from Chennai, she is looking forward to publishing her first book. She writes poems on topics at extreme ranges and gives a beautiful side to all the little factors affecting life.
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