TELLING IS NOT JUST FILLING. IT SHOULD BE AN YELLING OF COLLECTED FEELING!

THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE HEART!   That day figured: 14 th child of the   Feb mother, Got Calendared due to the annual order, This time had a birth without heart!   Not just this time alone: The heartless begetting began some years ago, But where did this organ go? Might have left through the Facebook clickers!   Where to locate the blood pumper? On the dance of the computer blinker? At the touch of the smartphone finger? Could have been digitally buried by the younger?   How to trace down this cardiac machine? When it had been hidden inside the reals, While got damaged at the breakups, Got repaired by the insincere sexual hiccups!   How could it stop beating? Has no one got that peeping years? Isn’t none there to relish the rhythm? Don’t they listen the pleasing melody?   Had it been forgotten altogether? Alaws! Bridged several these with lot of those! Oh! Merged plenty of She within the countl...

DOES THE FLAG TRULY FLY?   Chosen hands would pull hard: To kick it smoke high, Up towards the precarious edge, The folded tri gets hoisted, Like the fresh wings of a tended bird!   Twice in a year: This ritual gets staged, With the actors holding the tilting rope, And their performance does make the pathetic flag, Go into the steeply distance and laugh aloud!   Don’t touch me it shouts: The audibility resonates in the form of doubts, The country’s soul is stampeded and left with drought, As the farmers, the soil’s sons and daughters getting crushed throughout OH! the flag is forgotten and the hoister flauntingly boasts!   The freedom got nurtured, Not with the flood but with the blood, That of fighters and writers, It is there on the flag’s flight, But at the heart of the hoisting leader, it is disgustingly lite!   Hands of many always join: Ignoring individual lordship and their worship, Breaking the wall...

THE CONFESSION OF THE BLIND’S CANE!   They call me stick: But they have designed me distinctly, Painted up with white and red, Conditioned to be straight and good, Tuned to have diagonal dance, Because my boss cannot glance! Often Engulf into talkative hands, My masters rarely drop me on sands!   I am an extended finger: On my mind that always linger, To deduct steeps and bumpiness I peep, If my master is hurt, I truly weep, As long as I stay, they wont fall, Protecting them like an eye is my role, Between them and the unremoved demolition I am the wall, To keep them upright I stepdown and crawl!   My kindness is always reachable: Therefore, blindness becomes quenchable, Don’t designate my heroes as disable, Me and the technology do enable, We Provide them facilities to be capable, They are potentially equipped so not at all gullible, With the massive digital advancement everything is bridgeable, My sacrificial love fo...