sanjeet

                    Helpless God They leave the bed before dawn to sow seed , So that grains can be grown to eat and feed . We have lunch in Suit and Tie, And they are left to die. While they are busy working on the quality of Wheat, We,in the name of religion are busy fighting for the seat. Millions of rupees are spent on election compaign, But no money to waive the loan who produces champagne. It is Irony that bank debt burden force them to suicide, While some loot the bank and leave the nation to hide. I fear ,if they stop farming, No Cosmetics can make our face charming. Please unite to save these Gods,if they become angry, We may earn in dollar & pound but will die hungry

  This is my first poem my dear friends. I request you not to read it but feel it.share your views                          She waves from the Moon When I see the  moon, Reminds me the January Noon. A brightened face with little black mole on the cheek, Was prettier than the full Moon that week. Was Indeed an angel descended from the sky, Felt to dive deep into her brown eyes. Was a sunny day with gentle breeze, I kneel down to propose but lips freezed. Fearing the reply in NO, But my heart whispered go sanjeet Go. And I  streched my hands further,she blushed tucking her hair behind the ears, I was inching towards the day waited for years. YES , she replied and I felt  planet stopped spinning, As  I could see the love winning. She was mine and only mine, And I was at cloud nine. But she coudn't be my bride, We sacrificed our love for parents pride. Just for a stupid reason, she was not from my religion.