Hypocrites

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The world is full of hypocrites,

Everyone bigger than the other.

Some change color like the chameleon,

Some remain mystified as the alien.

The great God is a hypocrite himself,

Who distributed wealth, love, misery and pain unequally

But gave everyone equal share of hypocrisy.

The poor trying to show he is richer than his neighbour,

The rich trying to show his poorness to the tax collector.

They exist in all walks of life.

From the one legged beggar,

Whose bank balance is more the government clerk;

And  the government clerk, who shows his balance,

As if it's more than the company's CEO.

Hypocrisy did not leave the beautiful feeling of love

Infact, hypocrisy in love is the most pathetic of all.

The heartbroken lover hurting his lover,

With much more anger than the love he had for her.

Lovers, deeply in love

Showing only the loveliest part of there character.

The man with power, giving authority to his unworthy loved ones

The worthy few, who clings to these unworthy

Like they were friends forever,

Only to abuse and stab them behind there backs.

Are you a hypocrite?

Scan your minds, ask your conscience.

If it is yes, then you still have some chance to fair

And if its a no, then you will always remain the hypocrite that you are.

Gift Of God

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Sitting lonely amidst hundreds

I toggled my mind through all magics and wonders

That I experienced, in this small part of life

And found relationship as the best of the hundreds.

I thought of friends,

Who loved me because I was one amongst them.

I thought of those who were lovers,

Who met at some part of life, and liked each other

Cos of the good they saw in one another.

I thought of siblings, who loved each other

Only to fight for and split for some worldly pleasure.

I thought of children, who were so ungrateful

Not to give back the love n care they had got.

And then, I found the ultimate relationship of life

Which was selfless and serene

Which was as pure as God

That is the love of the parents for their children.

Father who works tirelessly

So that his children have a better life than he had had;

Not fearing that all his wealth and all his hard work

May be snatched by his unworthy son.

Mother who takes care of her child,

Right from when it was in her womb

And till the day she leaves the world.

Bearing all the pains falling on her child,

Not fearing that the one who will hurt her the most in future

May be her own child.

Then, I thought of my parents

And found that its true-

They had loved me, all my life.

They sure loved me when I was good

As my friends, sibling or lover would have.

But, they loved me when I was bad,

In my adolescence, shouting at them.

I have realized, what they have been for me

And, I promise that whatsoever I be in life

I won't be ungrateful to them,

For love in its truest form lies in the eyes of your parents.