One's personality is both a composition and reflection, but if I have to choose one of them, I will choose reflection as the "self" is more important to me than "me". One's composition may change, walking across the cultural landscapes and climbing the social ladder but one's self is tied to one's reflections. The fun part is that reflections are not bound to "Time-Space" barriers ( it is not time-space) and respective mental constructs, which have grown so thick over ages, that they had reduced the image of humans to Sisyphus, rolling different sizes of boulders on hills of different heights.… As the name of this Blog indicates, knols are my perspectives on topics of interests, sweet/bitter experiences or just doodling :)

Monday, November 28, 2011

When economies are in race

When economies are in race

Cities are built, ruined and again built
Men is habitual of building either with sand or silt
Kings wish to paradise or economists to advertise
Neither building nor ruination is guilt

One builds, he is great and one ruins, he is great
Ethics failed to decide, to whome offer this seat
Braves, wash with blood, ambitious wash with sweat
Ethics exercise books never got neat

In an era of economics, when economies are in race
Economists look graceful and ethics are looked at with disgrace
Men are too proud of their ambitions
But still can't dare to come with virtue, face to face


Pace in justice

Way of one -ism is to greed
and other fearing basic needs
Justice asks the selfless men,
to save men from these inbreds
Men lost ways that had hope in
In string of faith, all are unsatisfied beads

Justice knows no color, region or race
These things add to humanism, not a trace
What feed injustice, we have to face
If no one has to be disgraced, justice is where men have to pace


Making new identities

Men run unions to make divisions
Or men run unions to make better decisions?
O! men of great desires, have you also best desires?
Let men live peacefully that history is filled with revisions

You heart is heavy, my heart is heavy
Your eyes are on my bones and I am putting mud on your gravy
Iron curtians still exist, there is no compunction
All the organizations are nothing more than a bevy

Wash your fears by making new identities
Daring to change are asking for great duties
Hard is than harder, if you accept
But is beautifying earth with new beauties

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