You were wrong, Tagore!

Where are the fearless minds? Why the heads not held high?
Here knowledge is bought and then contrived 
Here the world has been broken up into fragments
By narrow-er domestic walls
Here words come out of repugnance
Here tireless striving is too tired now 
Here the clear stream of reason has lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of prejudices
Here the mind is led forward by ugly demons
Into ever-widening violations of soul and body
O Tagore! Your prayer remains unheard; my country has not awakened.

Not yet.

Puppy love

The day of her first sight

Everything else turned out to be dark,

Dark as night.

And there was her face,

A face so bright.

I was frozen. Eyes fixed on her.

But she was totally unaware.

Her eyes were dark, and dark and a glare

Long, curly hair was waving in air

She didn't seem to care.

Minutes passed away - I was still frozen.

And since then:

Often at nights, I sit down to write - thinking of you.

But I just keep on thinking, writing very few.

I may not have words - for my feelings,

Feelings which are but true, if not pure

But I just want to see you happy, that's for sure.

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Don't know what to say:

Your weird ways - good or bad?

Your loving but not liking your dad!

 But you manage to look good even when you are sad.

And anger on your face - the look drives me mad.

I can not take away your worries

And your sadness, I can not cure

But I just want to see you happy, that's for sure.

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The people around you:

With their caliber - some can fight, some can sing.

With their money anything they can bring.

With their charm - can make you cheeks go pink.

Well, I may not be so smart, I may not be so mature.

But I just want to see you happy, that's for sure.

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Those evenings in that park:

Your silences I hate, your smiles I seek

Your idea make me strong. Your being make me weak

You being with me - the idea seems so bleak.

But yet I try, I try, I try, and you always ignore.

Still I just want to see you happy, that's for sure.

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Call it friendship. love or lust.

But I wish we have met first

Before it bursts, I conclude must:

What I feel is my side, you totally unconfined.

But let me tell you this -

It's for you that I have lied.

And have passed nights:

When I lived,

When I died.

Guess much of rhyming has been done

It's just one thing

I want to make you feel, I want to make you see

That I want to see you happy, happy

And if possible, happy with me.