My Soul Is Burning Poem by ramesh rai

My Soul Is Burning



My soul is burning with the impact of fusion
seeing the world as Rip - van - winkle
my soul is burning with the hungers of millions

O God!
you said, soul does not burn
then why does my soul realise the warmth
which has invaded happiness of millions

It is not my complain, it is the truth
People of this world have made coins
for equal distribution of your divine charity
but the coins have been limited to them only

You have equipped the earth with full gifts
but your all gifts are put on sale
even soils have been put on sale.

The essence of your all divine charity
that is toil has also been enslaved

The mighty sword given by you
is getting fade before screwed diplomacy

In all Govt. and Non-Govt. institution
from top to bottom, all are working
for vested interest and to save chairs

The Chairs
which was once the Judgement seat of Vikramaditya
The angels, which were protecting the throne
have flown away, now it is only a structure

If it happens to be so, certainly
one day you will have no option
except to dismantle your creation
the creation which are created
with your toughest toil
will be no more
but i humbly request not to be antagonist

People of this world are determined
not to be reformed why not creation is abolished
please make them understood


Uptill now so many prophets have you sent
their all preaching are getting futile
Further, no avtaar of Rama or Krishna is to happen
to kill the demons, so you sent
Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad and Nanak and so many
to preach the religion
but religion has become the weapon
to proof the majority only

So, you take back the sword and my life
given by you, are no more required.

My soul is burning with the impact of fusion
seeing the world as Rip - van - winkle
my soul is burning with the hungers of millions

O God!
you said, soul does not burn
then why does my soul realise the warmth
which has invaded happiness of millions

It is not my complain, it is the truth
People of this world have made coins
for equal distribution of your divine charity
but the coins have been limited to them only

You have equipped the earth with full gifts
but your all gifts are put on sale
even soils have been put on sale.

The essence of your all divine charity
that is toil has also been enslaved

The mighty sword given by you
is getting fade before screwed diplomacy

In all Govt. and Non-Govt. institution
from top to bottom, all are working
for vested interest and to save chairs

The Chairs
which was once the Judgement seat of Vikramaditya
The angels, which were protecting the throne
have flown away, now it is only a structure

If it happens to be so, certainly
one day you will have no option
except to dismantle your creation
the creation which are created
with your toughest toil
will be no more
but i humbly request not to be antagonist

People of this world are determined
not to be reformed why not creation is abolished
please make them understood


Uptill now so many prophets have you sent
their all preaching are getting futile
Further, no avtaar of Rama or Krishna is to happen
to kill the demons, so you sent
Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad and Nanak and so many
to preach the religion
but religion has become the weapon
to proof the majority only

So, you take back the sword and my life
given by you, are no more required.

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