The Birds!

Poetry : 16-08-2021

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Could The Hinduism would be extinct,

In the coming next 100 years?

Or could it survive perhaps?

A scholar of 'Hinduism' fears!

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Birds of different feathers,

Fly freely in the sky vast, 

But then in the evening,

Come to the nest, at last.

Birds of different shades, 

Birds of different colors, 

Birds of different hues, 

Reach, Arrive there so fast. 

One hardly knows,

Where do they come from,

One hardly knows, 

Where do they go away. 

Yet there are birds,

Of the abstract form and kind,

Who roam in the man's mind.

Of different shades, colors, norm, 

Invisible, formless, with not a form.

Man gives them names, or a name, 

Then they make the man their game. 

Though the man becomes the slave, 

Never knows how he was but naive.

They take the man for their virtual ride, 

And never feel ashamed, neither hide.

An ism, a doctrine, a theory, a tenet,

Thus lives on its life, under the blanket.

Man never knows not, could never see,

How long these birds would stay and flee. 

In his ignorance, but man sure suffers, 

In his own folly every man though differs.

One doubts how long survives an ism,

The other believes his own is the only real.

All struggle to save their ism from extinction,

Thus goes on and on, the life eternal.

Thus keeps running, the movement of time, 

And man deluded, goes astray, in his pride.

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