VOICE OF A GIRL

My dear friends , am writing one more again
To give your feelings a bit of pain

I am now tired of my life
It seems as if am walking on a sharp knife.

Please tell me what have  I done,
That  I have to bear such a burn.

Am  I really too bad,
That I was not accepted even by Dad.

Many of you came across my tears.
But none of you asked what I really bear.

I am also one of the GOD's Creation
O! God what has happened to this Nation.

After my birth , some of you throw me in the garbage,
As if I am a rotten cabbage.

He said I will be happy after marriage,
But he treated me as a good,s carriage.

After waiting for him till late night,
He comes and starts to fight.

By getting depressed some of us hang ourselves on fan
Even after such things are Ban.

But we are also not so weak
As Bachendri  Pal reached to Mt. Everest's peak

We also have the power
But need your blessings as a shower.

Just give us a chance'
Believe me can also fly to France.

Please don't consider ourselves as burden
As we can change your life all of a sudden.

My struggling India

O! the people of India ,fill your eyes with tears,
For the shaheed Martyrs.

They put themselves in trouble,
To make India a free bubble.

Nobody could forget the effort of those guys,
Who flew away Britishers just as flies.

But still we all are not free,
As we are under corruption's tree.

Crores of rupees are there in Swiss bank,
Poor people don't have water to fill their own tank.

This is not the real democracy,
But we are also not so crazy.

Pull up your socks,
And now its time to rock.

Let's join hand in hand,
And form an unbreakable Band.

To stop growth of corruption's root
We'll now have to tighten our boots.

                                          JAI  HIND!

Sisters :- The precious gift of God

Most precious gifts of God are sisters,
Don't consider them as your foot blisters
As they can be your life's twisters

Every year she ties a knot of love on our hand,
Which is one of the most beautiful band.

Brother's are also good,
But only when they are in nice mood.

Sisters whether elder or younger,
Always cares about her brother's hunger.

Having a sister is pleasure in life,
More than having a beautiful wife.

Still those who consider sisters as a burden of God,
I believe that those guys are fraud.

My First poem of life

I am going to present my first poem here
Before writing it  I was in a great fear.

So just calm down and open your ears,
And just listen to dears.

In my childhood days,
I used to enjoy in different ways.

Where at that time I used to play,
But now  are the boring school days.

There are still many who only dream of school,
But they don't have money as a tool.

For their betterment we argue with corrupt leader,
But for their admission we give them bribe as a feeder.

People of India can not become literate,
Untill and unless corruption get filterate.

Let us now take an oath,
To stop corruption's growth.

Sorry if I wasted your time,
Tell me was my poem really fine.

If yes then give a clap,
If no then give me a tight slap.