Fearless Leo Pourparlers

Foams, Fumes and Domes - 2   Fumes in the sky, Foams in the ocean. Domes on the land, and humans just stand. They enjoy every perspective of their life's lie, But, never think of the fumes of the sky. What are these fumes who paint the sky dark? What are these terrains who clear the land with a singke spark ? What are those foams who kills a tonne of shark? Is this the mirrors of human faces, Is this the image of their activities traces. We are making earth on wheelchairs, We should think of the pollution and its fears. -ADS©

Shouting Amplifiers   Amplifiers on every street, Tomorrow elections, today chicken treat. Phone, wine , job or meat. Whatever you want , today is a treat. So cover your feet, Wear an earcap  to defend the sleet. Take a handbag for grabbing some pounds of rice snd wheat. Because, tomorrow elections today a treat. Today, number of people are having their treat. But, tomorrow no one'll roam in the street. Eve rything vanishes with the morn of election sleet. Election of what? No one thought. Just ate chicken last night, and slept a lot.... -ADS©

The Base of the tree   The base of a tree, a tree on an alluvial lea. the soil of the land, the tree on the soil,  stir like a stand. The leaves of a tree, who takes all opportunities and work for the tree on the lea. the tree is the development, caused by the leaves and their contentment. But, the soil of the lea, is the base of the tree. Provides all nutrients, for the fruits and their enlightenment. The leaves are the students, the tree is the development. And the soil is a teacher, which is the base of the tree, and determines its efforts to the tree and its feature. -ADS©

Mend your futureR   I can mend something, I own, Something which is presently on throne. it is needed by everyone, human or stone, It cannot be cheated, original or clone. I can mend it because, its the only thing I own. Someone said that, if you're born poor, it's not your fault, But, if you die poor, it's you r fault. I agree with the statement and it's hault. Everyone can mend their faults.  I can feel my virtue, I can mend it. I can't remember my past, I can't change it. But, I see my future, And I could and can shape it. -ADS©

Soldier If you talk today about your death, You'll be stressed and tensed. Because,you're scattered of death, You want yourself to be doored and fenced. You want your family to be with you, You wish your family to play and woo. You want yourself work everyday, You want yourself eat and lay, You wish yourself to deposit and pay. You wish yourself in a good house, You want yourself with a good spouse. But, some people stand on the frontlines to think what 'you' want, To democratically allow you to change your style and font; They bear every bullet and every taunt, For just, letting you think what you want. -ADS©

Soil ; The speaker I'm the mother of all amphibians and overlands, I saw the spans of dinosaurs and bus stands, I felt those whispers of apes and humans, i saw those farming of vines of grapes and lemons. I heard those cries of pe ople in wars and battles, I felt very bad for hunting and using those animals and cattle. I saw those tress not willing to leave their roots, I felt very bad for those animals and birds killed by gunshoots. Now, I'm very old, I'm lacking coal, petrol and gold. I'm the one who is not so popular and told. I'm the greatest grand-parent of you, I wave heat, cold and loo. I'm simply just steady like a stand,  I'm soil or also known as land.... -ADS©

Obscure Small Rock I use to lay on an obscure region. I use to play with grasses and leaves. I use to roll on soil on my own decision. I use to be kicked by someone on the roads. I use to be thumped by the trucks and their loads. I use to puncture many tyres, I was used to light many bonfires. I use to burn in many summer pyres. I use to thud myself in the cars, I use to travel with them counting stars. I am free, wherever I g, I am free, whatever I think and show. I am free, to wear a shirt or a frock, Because, I am a small rock. -ADS©

Timetable According To Sunlight   I wake every raise of sunlight, I make my teeth and toothbrush fight. I rub my eyes with water to clean my sight. I bathe sometimes to look exacting slight. I make myself ready till the car horns fight. I run with my bag on the road with the gleaming sunlight. I hear clamming lectures till my mood is bright. I have my lunch of rice and pulses slight. I go to home after school, just left and then right. I hear my neighbor's fight. Then I study till the fall of sunlight. And then I watch my favorite boxing fight. After that, I read something or write. And then at last sleep peacefully at night, Saying " wake up  early tomorrow alright!!"  -ADS©

Country Beside Indus   Country of agriculture, The country of rituals and endemic culture. The country painted with the bloods of freedom fighters. The country of more than 22 languages and their thousands of speakers and writers. The country of holy soil and river, The country which is sovereign, socialist, democratic, republic and secular. Country of Gandhi and Bose, Its the country of non-violence and defender from its foes. Country that faced every circumstances, that broke every doors and every fences. That country is in South-East Asia, We should be proud to know that, that country is India, that country is India..... -ADS©

Pigeon   I wish, I could be a pigeon, I would fly away where I could. I would own the airs till my vision I would beet on whomsoever I could. Though, I have to add auxiliary "could and would." I just thought I would be a pigeon, No study, no work just fly, No teacher, no tuition, no doubts, no shy. Just find a group and fly and fly and fly. Till wherever I can, and till, whenever I try. But, we are not like them, We bury the intelligence, And apply every doors and every fence. We don't respect the vision, Creativity and fiction. Because, we are the most superior humans, not a two-winged pigeon. -ADS©