कविता - My Soul's Expression

Grey hair isn't just an indication It's time baby, grow up Life's not gonna halt at one station Passenger you are, better behave like one Your current adress is not your destination. Belive me when I say, Grey hair isn't just an indication. Jokingly you say, "Time Flies" And after crossing some major milestones You end up making for your lies You see that lady on death bed, Fighing cancer, counting days instead When every cell of her body cries You jokingly say  "I wonder how time flies" Or With hotstar, prime, netfix,  "I am just killing time" you say I have nothing to do worthy my stay This planet is boring enough I need to strike something night and day Lien your hour to that daily wager, He has his daughter's school fee to pay "Killing time", I mean really you dare to say ! So, when you see that grey hair again  Talk to that guy in mirror, don't refrain There is a reason behind wrinkles and pain Sooner or later you wil...

When Ankit decided to meet God, At age - 6, he couldn't be stopped Packing sandwiches and juice,  Leaving home early, His faith couldn't be dropped. Path was long, tired he was Chose to sit in a park, now afternoon it was Other side of a bench, an old woman he saw Whose smile mesmerized every creature  What a divine lady she was. Hungry she seemed,  Hence offered her sandwiches, A sip of juice, she would take Would satisfy Ankit's hunger for ages Her constant smile radiated divinity Before leaving the park,  Hugged her tight, Witnessing such purity Ankit wouldn't forget such a sight. Came home, overjoyed Exclaimed,"Mumma, I met God today !" She has wrinkles on face With smile that no one can replace She is a true embodiment of grace The old lady went home, Starving since a day Tears pouring and she said, "Son, I finally met God today, Sandwiches and Juice he brought, He is way younger than I thought, I wish to meet him again Is he the one I always sought...

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