Word!

Say 'No',
when it hurts!
Say 'Yes',
when you crave!
Say 'Thanks',
when it appeals!
Say 'Sorry',
When you are wrong!
Be the 'word',
when it is a need!
And be the beast,
whom your heart deserve.

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Smile
I winked at you
with my stretched lips
As a mocking artist,
And laughed at your follies
as a burnt satirist.
I smiled at you
With my itching heart
As a peaceful dove,
And smirked at your cruelty.
I twinkled at you
with my shining tooth
And grinned at my chaos.
I smiled at me
for my varied beams
And for the mask
which hide in my cheek.

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Hawkers
Umbrellas are stained with despair,
But the stalls were filled with dream.
The streets are infected to rest,
But the stomachs are waiting for meal.
So the hawkers are hiding in the alleys,
To find a stroke of breathe to feel!

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Statue
I wish to be unconscious
For months and years,
And open eyes in a Utopian world,
Where I am good for something
And not for everything!
I wish to be recognised as memory
For minutes and hours
And recalled as a cuckoo
who never wail for past!
I wish to be known as a statue
who never open eyes
and not the one who hear a word.

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Broken Toy
A beauteous memory was I,
catered like a partner
And polished as a child;
But the days made me a waste,
And the haste made me a burden,
Thus passed the fractures to my heart.
I was a dream,
who provoked his heart.
I was a need,
which compelled his eyes.
I am the toy,
which encouraged his love.
But the love transferred as duty,
made me a broken toy,
who sleep in the hay as a trash.

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Mermaid
I lost my family
by disobeying my sisters!
I lost my home
by breaking my customs!
I lost my voice
by loving a human!
And I am the mermaid,
who sold the voice and heart
like the foolish pretty lads
to buy a human heart.
I am the mermaid,
who is known for the insanity,
by murdering own legs.
Now I am the mermaid,
who reborn as an idol of love
and hang as a lost soul.

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Reminder
The odour of death nauseated me
and instructed to walk bare foot,
without any parameters of fine silk.
The smell of death agitated me
and fumed my soul to console my beings
to accept my sudden departure.
The odour of flowers reminded me,
the bloom of death which chase us,
from the birth to grave for the safe storage
of memories in the meadows of fine earth.

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Charlatan
I am not a charlatan!
But I saw many carnages,
which fumed my heart,
to burn out as words.
I am not a charlatan!
But I read many rivers,
which flowed with blood,
to water as tears.
I am not a charlatan!
But I hear many riots,
which killed my flesh,
to pierce many wombs...

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Girl
It's a baby girl:
Who can cook his dishes
And wash his clothes.
It's a baby girl,
Who should be married off
And should store in a pantry.
But!
A baby girl is born:
Who can fly high
To catch her dreams.
A baby girl is born,
To bless us with her dignity
And respect us with idols,
And not to be sold in the auction!

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Feast of Nativity
A baby is born!
Among the haystack
Without a shelter and
With the company of calves.
A baby is born!
In the barn of snow and
In the heart of Mary,
To reflect the heaven.
A baby is born!
On the bed of crib and
On the feast of nativity
To celebrate the birth,
And to dispatch his bliss.

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