Why to Love?

You need to work for earning money

Money needed to care for family's honey

Primarily, role of money is to meet survival needs

Secondly, presume money makes happiness seeds

At the most, money may provide -

Transient pleasures of lust and luxury

But never lifelong happiness treasury

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For survival of the fittest to apply

Fittest are those who are the healthy

Health is physical state of body

And state of mind feeling happy

Both governed by nutrition from food

And physical work by the body

Happy person works better

Earns money without shatter

And hence survives better without clutter

Life is relational with happiness butter

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Love too is a work, not leisure

That goes beyond transient pleasure

Only those who love and be loved

Find happiness as precious treasure

When you love, you need to know

Love nurtures life's bow and arrow

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Love needs regular cultivation by the two

By investing time uttering coo

For love to keep growing without waterloo

Providing happiness to the two

Hence, for a life full of happiness

Limit working for money just enough to survive

Let rest of your time go for love-full life

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Life - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

As a composition of instincts n intuitions

Gained from spirit of life in my neurons,

As carrier of experiments and expertise

Of all the past generations of humanity

Through my education formal informal

And character attributes, my ancestors

Embedded genetically in my psychology

I am here to perform human functions

With the best of my abilities n devotion

I committed a few mistakes yesterday,

Yester-month, yester-year, day by day

Each one sank me into failure of mission

Cost time, money and others in question

It's often considered a loss of resources

Earned previously with so much efforts

Yet, there is another way to see silver

Treat it as investment of resources sort

Into a research experiment for a lever

To know more about how efforts work

Under conditions of brick joining brick

Lesson learnt in failure to cross bridge

Between two shores of effort and result

Is an experiment to improve knowledge

Every success yesterday adds expertise

Not to fall down, while trying to up rise!

Today, I need inputs from the Cosmos

For doing my duty of taking humanity

One more step ahead of what I found

Today, I need value meals three times

For growth, health and to fight odds

Today, I need clothes to protect skin

From flying dust, sickly heat and cold

Today, I need a shelter to save myself

From odd Nature and cruel animals

To rest and sleep for my rejuvenation

And to have company of my dear kin

Today, I need education on experiences

Of past humanity through their books

Today, I need justice and governance

To protect me from social evils around

All the inputs I need, I can't produce all

Hence, need a market for exchanging

My produce with produces of others

With currency facilitating the exchange

Hence, I work today for earning money  

Today is my time to act with expertise

And experiments of yesterday in sight

And the education I got from contacts

Within family, in schools and in society

I am careful not to repeat my mistakes

Of yesterday, succeed like never before

To achieve quality-assured productivity

With use of intellect for more creativity

I do nothing tomorrow but what I carry

Forward from today, the day of actions

Hence, I need not to bother about it

But keep focus on today's deeds of mine

To make these with the best outcome

That would make my future to come up

In bright colors of happiness to enjoy

And memories grand about yesterdays

Love Felt Existing, Why Ends in Pain

Open history books on love tenure

To find each love ending in failure

Why so, needs our pondering over

Love and pain coexisting since ever

Love and health are closely related

Hence only healthy are love slated

Love is ideal divine, we are of matter

Love puts 'you' before, 'I' come latter

Divine is that gives without expecting

Matter works with each act reacting

Thus, divine and matter don't coexist

So, we make difficult love to subsist

For our seeking pleasures and gains

Learn nothing from clouds and rains

Which just give their bliss to forget

While we measure what can we get

We need to think why love needed

'cause pain comes in love unseeded

Pain makes sick, in need of medicine

Love is real remedy to cure the grim

It costs nothing, no hard way earning

Peace of mind, sufficiency in feeling

Error-free work in presence of mind

This brings real happiness of its kind

Love is not matter, only a feeling

Known to those, life out of reeling

In between luxuries and comforts

Mind crystal clear, in rest resorts

Happy with nothing, no demands

Time invested, thought commands

Life travel straight intellectual line

Mind remains active, health is fine

Food local cheap, simple and Jain

Clothing whatever, shelter like den

They live less physical to feel more

Hence, love resides inside their core

Whose body sickly aching not rare

Go on rushing earning needing care

Must keep busy with lusty shrouds

Shouldn't enter arena of love bouts

They make love to fail, in their trail

Hence, love defamed to end in pain

Love and health are closely related

Hence only healthy are love slated

How Painful, It Is to Love

How Painful, It is to Love

A worker toils the whole day for making their two ends meet

At the end of the day

Body exhausted, flowed out all the sweat

Finds none to see the work and pay

Goes back home empty handed, nothing to say

To their empty belly, adds few sips of water

Which hurts, rather than eliminating the hunger

You may say 'sorry' to them and laugh out the matter

But it hurts me, leaving me scatter

For I know how much painful it is

For a lamp to burn waiting without hope fuel

Like trying to satisfy the hunger with water cruel

Because I am the worker who toiled

Craving in the dark night, how I coiled!

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A poet dries up their blood shedding tears

Whole night to empower poetic words, evading fears

Morning arrives with full composition of morrow

Finds the World too lusty to listen to the poem of sorrow

What to do of the poem, and the emotions expressed

Composition valueless today, in future would it be assessed

The words made of blood bite them back, like dogs hound

You may say 'sorry' to them, and laugh the matter out

But it hurts me like spreading darkness, switching off light

For I know how painful it is to write the whole night

And find the World illiterate to the poetic words tried

Because I am the Poet who composed

Reverberating words, dark night, how I silently cried!

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A lover waits for their beloved

Whole night feeling bluffed

Brute Sun arises with emptiness all around

Disappears the hope of arrival of the beloved

Wonders why they are there, what may be their role

Weeps in loneliness, none to tap shoulder to console

Lover's life lost in waiting, not even a shout

You may say 'sorry' to them, and laugh the matter out

But it hurts me like taking away somebody's birtright

For I know how painful it is to wait for the whole night

And find the beloved having nothing to realize

Because I am the lover who waited

Streaming tears, blank life, how I capsize!

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