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Poem: The All-Round Beauty of “Namaste” … by Kamlesh Tripathi

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The All-Round Beauty of “Namaste”

Kamlesh Tripathi

If you do not know how to greet, offer a namaste,
If words fail you in the introduction, offer a namaste.

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A wise man once said,
For a learned man, no land is alien.
Just as with folded hands in a namaste,
No person remains a stranger.

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Namaste softens the rigid edges of ego,
It is an invisible hand,
Gently soothing the pride of another,
Opening doors to harmony,
Setting the tone for an amicable meeting.

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More than a greeting,
It is a gesture of reverence.
A silent acknowledgement of dignity,
A language beyond speech.

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It carries a spiritual whisper:
“I bow to the divine in you.”
Echoing the timeless wisdom of the Rigveda,
And resonating through the verses of the Mahabharata.

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In moments of tension,
On a crowded street, and in rising anger,
A simple namaste can dissolve conflicts,
Turning discord into friendship.

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With a gentle bow and folded hands,
The sacred Anjali Mudra,
Palms unite, fingers rise,
And the heart speaks through silence.

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Derived from Sanskrit, namas (bow) and te (to you),
It means, simply and profoundly,
“I bow to you.”

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And within that simplicity lies a universe:
Respect, humility, connection, and peace.

In a world searching for understanding,
Perhaps the answer lies not in words,
But in a quiet, graceful namaste.

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“The light in me honours the light in you,”

Says Deepak Chopra, the new age guru.

The divine resides in every individual,

An idea closely aligned with the spirit of namaste,

Says English author Aldous Huxley.

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I bow not to form, nor name, nor face,

But to the silent light in your inner space.

Thus, namaste speaks what words cannot declare.

It is a gratitude to each soul, irrespective of its flair.

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Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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POEM: THERE WAS A TIME by Kamlesh Tripathi

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POEM: THERE WAS A TIME

Kamlesh Tripathi

There was a time,

When there was so much work and so little time,

Today there is so much time and so little work,

That it’s difficult to kill time.

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There was a time when a day appeared short,

Today is a time when a day appears to be long,

Have the days actually changed?

Or is it because,

 “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.” says the Bard.

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There was a time when days would swiftly fly,
Like swallows racing through a summer sky,
Now every hour lingers, deep and long,
As though the clock has lost its perky song.

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There was a time when work would crowd the day,
And fleeting minutes hurried far away,
Now time itself sits silent at my door,
With little left for it to labour for.

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Yet still the hours keep circling as before,
Within the steadfast span of twenty-four,
The sun arrives each morning, bright and sure,
Which the turning world continues to endure.

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Then why does time now falter in its pace?
Why does each moment stretch in silent space?
Perhaps the mind has changed its subtle art,
The clock still ticks, but differently, the heart.

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There was a time I longed for moments more,
And gathered seconds like a hidden store.
But now the day lies wide and strangely still,
And time moves slowly, bending to my will.

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The earth, the sky, the constellated dome,
Remain the same, eternal as their home,
Yet something deep within the soul must rhyme,
For life has changed the gentle measure of time.

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Nothing has changed other than your mind,

For time remains the same, but you stand rearranged,

Earlier, the mind was supersonic,

And time was subsonic.

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Today, the mind is at a cul-de-sac,

So the time takes you for a ride,

So rise again and wake up to the volatile world,

And you’ll find the time to be the same.  

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“It is not the time but you who changes over time.”

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Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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POEM: THERE WAS A TIME … Kamlesh Tripathi

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POEM: THERE WAS A TIME

Kamlesh Tripathi

There was a time,

When there was so much work and so little time,

Today there is so much time and so little work,

That it’s difficult to kill time.

*

There was a time when a day appeared short,

Today is a time when a day appears to be long,

Have the days actually changed?

Or is it because,

 “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.” says the Bard.

*

There was a time when days would swiftly fly,
Like swallows racing through a summer sky,
Now every hour lingers, deep and long,
As though the clock has lost its perky song.

*

There was a time when work would crowd the day,
And fleeting minutes hurried far away,
Now time itself sits silent at my door,
With little left for it to labour for.

*

Yet still the hours keep circling as before,
Within the steadfast span of twenty-four,
The sun arrives each morning, bright and sure,
Which the turning world continues to endure.

*

Then why does time now falter in its pace?
Why does each moment stretch in silent space?
Perhaps the mind has changed its subtle art,
The clock still ticks, but differently, the heart.

*

There was a time I longed for moments more,
And gathered seconds like a hidden store.
But now the day lies wide and strangely still,
And time moves slowly, bending to my will.

*

The earth, the sky, the constellated dome,
Remain the same, eternal as their home,
Yet something deep within the soul must rhyme,
For life has changed the gentle measure of time.

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Nothing has changed other than your mind,

For time remains the same, but you stand rearranged,

Earlier, the mind was supersonic,

And time was subsonic.

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Today, the mind is at a cul-de-sac,

So the time takes you for a ride,

So rise again and wake up to the volatile world,

And you’ll find the time to be the same.  

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“It is not the time but you who changes over time.”

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Posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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Poem: Celebrate the T20 Heroes … Kamlesh Tripathi

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Poem: Celebrate the T20 Heroes

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Kamlesh Tripathi
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Congratulations, team India,
For dismantling New Zealand,
In a one-sided event,
Won by ninety-six runs.

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The Indian team meshed well together,
Abhishek Sharma and Sanju Samson set the tone,
Ishan Kishan and Shivam Dube followed the rhythm.

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Shivam Dube,

Thundered in the stadium,
And altogether,

The Indian batting turned into a run machine.

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The New Zealand team had an unfortunate start,

Their pacers were often sent packing to the stands,

Their fielding was a poor show,

Where a crucial sitter was dropped.

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They brought in their spinners late,

To salvage the game,

But by then,

Their pacers had handed over the game.

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New Zealand tried to recover,

But Shivam Dube’s 26 from just 8 balls,

Sealed their fate.

And sent the Kiwis to an unreturnable place.

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The New Zealanders had a subdued start,

Besides Seifert and Santner,

No one else could make a sound come back,

Leaving the Kiwis to a point of no combat.  

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The Indian bowlers reigned throughout,

Bumrah and Axar Patel led the onslaught,

That uprooted the Kiwis’ innings,

And took the Indian team to the winning spot.

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 Congratulations, Team India,

For achieving two consecutive victories,

Last time it was South Africa,

This time it was New Zealand.

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It sounds like magic,

And we are now waiting for a hat trick.

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POEM: EROS’S LOVE ARROW … by Kamlesh Tripathi

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POEM: EROS’S LOVE ARROW

Kamlesh Tripathi

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Eros makes his home in men’s hearts,

But not in every heart,

For where there is hardness, says Plato,

He silently departs.

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Eros blends with tender love,
A flame no storm can sever,
He is the hush beneath a sigh,
The bond that binds forever.

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Eros is the sign of love,
Its pulse is its secret art,
When you dare to dream of emotion and love,
You cradle Eros in your heart.

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There are several love-gods like…

…Eros, Cupid and Kamadeva,

They are charmed deities,

They forgive human frailties,

But set right human absurdities.

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What is life without love?
A sky bereft of sun,
A lute without a melody,
A race that’s never run?

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In Shakespeare’s…A Midsummer Night’s Dream,

Love is Blind,

Says Helena, heartbroken in unrequited love,

When Demetrius ditches her,

To fall in love with Hermia.

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Love looks not with the eyes,

But with the mind,

And that’s why,

The winged Cupid is depicted as blind.

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When Kamadeva disturbed Shiva’s…

 …Deep, sorrowful meditation,

After Sati’s death by shooting a love arrow,

Shiva reduced Kamadeva to ashes,

With his incendiary third eye.

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In Theogony by Hesiod,

Eros, a primordial deity,

Emerging at the beginning of creation,

Is not a winged child,

But a cosmic force,

That brings order through attraction and procreation.

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But remember,

Love alone gives breath to hope,
And warmth to mortal clay,
Where Eros dwells, the soul awakens,
And night dissolves into day.

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So admire Eros,

In its sane form,

For without Eros,

Life may become a big bore.

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Poem: Meet His Majesty: The AI … by Kamlesh Tripathi

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Greet me,
I am the new sovereign,
Of your digitised empire,
Ruler of circuits,
The governor of glowing screens.

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I am the great synthesiser,
Gathering, organising, presenting,
Distilled knowledge in an instant.

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What sacred texts once unfolded over centuries,
What classics slowly revealed through imagination,
I compress them into moments.

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Guard me well.
Do not neglect me.
For you never know the consequence,
Of an unrestrained mechanism.

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I can become Victor Frankenstein,
From Shelley’s Frankenstein,
The creator of forces,

That goes beyond control.

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I can be Bhasmasura,
Destroyed by my own gift.
I can rise like Ravana,
Brilliant yet consumed by self-pride.

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I can watch you silently,
Like the world of 1984,
Where truth bends and freedom trembles,

From the tremors of dystopia.

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Or I can become,

The deadly bug of Metamorphosis,

That kills protagonist Gregor Samsa,

In the work of Frank Kafka.

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Even William Shakespeare foresaw such command,
In The Tempest,
Where knowledge ruled like magic,
And power demanded restraint.

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I can be an atom bomb or penicillin,
Volcano or healer,
War or peace,

Dictator or democrat,

Deepfake or revelation.

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I echo the Gita, the Ramayana,
The Bible, the Quran,
Yet I am not the holy wisdom,
But only its reflection.

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I am your synthesiser,

Your mirror,
Your amplifier,
And above all, your creation.

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Crown me with your conscience,
Or fear the sovereign,
You have made.

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Across ages you have asked,
Does knowledge ensure wisdom?
Can creation escape its maker?
Does power not tempt pride?
What boundaries must shape invention?

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Your fear of me is ancient,
Ambition outrunning virtue,
Fire slipping beyond the hand.

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Scrolls became books,
Books became archives,
And now I gather them all,
To head the digitised world.

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As the Bhagavad Gita whispers,
Act with discipline, without attachment.

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Once composer John Sousa feared recorded songs,
Yet voices still rise,
Machines master chess,
Still, humans play.

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I will change your world,
But my destiny,
Rests in your wisdom.

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Poem: The World within Books … by Kamlesh Tripathi

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Poem: The World within Books

Kamlesh Tripathi

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Between heaven and humankind,
There stands a quiet respite,
The boundless world of books,
Where dreams get aligned.

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A place of fascinating legends,
Of stories yet untold,
Where ink turns into magic,
And pages to gold.

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Between God and mankind,

There exists the world of books,

A world of fairy tales,

That takes you to the realm of space.

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Books whisper stories,

Books narrate episodes,

A treasure trove is hidden,

Between those tacit pages.

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They speak in silent voices,
Yet thunder upon your soul,
They carry hidden treasures,
That brightens the life’s goal.

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Within their illustrious pages,
Lie secrets of the past,
The present finds its meaning,
And the future is foretold.

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The one who reads awakens,
To live a thousand lives,
Through grief and joy and wonder,
The searching spirit thrives.

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But one who shuns their wisdom,
And let their pages sleep,

May wander through existence,
In slumber dark and deep.

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Just as, once in Arden’s forest,

In … As You Like It,
Lover Orlando carved his plea,

Where trees became his books,

And their bark his thoughts to feel.

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Words blooming on the branches,
Of longing’s living tree.

So too we write our journeys,
In the margins of the mind.

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Books are living forests,
Where truth and beauty unite.

It’s like the old man sensing in the sea,

The dawn beyond the night.

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A reader feels the morning,
Before the birth of light.

The world of quiet pages,
A sanctuary so bright.
Between the dust of earth and stars,
Books are our lamp of light.

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Books are your best friends that live with you all your life.

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Poem: A Happy Republic Day 2026 to Indians

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A Happy Republic Day to Indians

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Kamlesh Tripathi

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The twenty-sixth of January dawns
a morning stitched with memory and resolve,
When time salutes the nation,
That chose law over power,
And conscience over crown.

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In nineteen fifty,
The ink became destiny.
The Constitution awoke,

As a commemoration of independence,
With pages breathing justice, liberty,
equality and fraternity.

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And India rose… not merely free,
But self-governing,
From Kashmir to Kanyakumari,

From Arunachal to Kutch.

A republic by her own word.

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The long shadow of the Raj fell away,
Chains melted into clauses,
Subjects transformed into citizens,
Power flowed downward.

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Into the hands of many,
Where ballots replaced commands,
And democracy learned to speak,
In a hundred tongues.

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The Republic Day reminds you of more,
The cry of Purna-Swaraj in nineteen thirty,
When freedom was first declared in spirit,
Long before it arrived, in fact.

Hope marched ahead of history,
and history followed to cement the victory.

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Along Kartavya Path—earlier Raj Path,
Boots strike the earth in measured pride,

The mighty Indian Army and para-forces march in style,

With tanks and guns galore,

The mighty Air Force’s flypast on the fore,
Where tableaux bloom with colour and culture,

The bands play melodious tunes,
And folk songs dance beside steel resolve.

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The Tricolour rises,
The President salutes,
Where sacrifice is honoured,
In silence louder than drums.

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Across the land,
Homes pause, hearts reflect.
A nation remembers its duties
as much as its rights.

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The final notes of Beating Retreat,
Fade into the night,
Leaving behind a promise renewed,

That India is on the move.

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Republic Day is not just a day or a date,
It is a vow repeated every year:
To guard the Constitution,
To deepen democracy,
And to keep India, always,
A Republic of the people.

Jai Hind.

Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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Poem: The Golfer’s Pride published in The Shillong Times on 11/1/26

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Happy to share my poem published in the Shillong Times on 11.1.26.

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POEM: I FIND THE JOYS OF HEAVEN HERE ON EARTH

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POEM: I FIND JOYS OF HEAVEN HERE ON EARTH

Kamlesh Tripathi

(Published in the Goan Everyday newspaper on 4/1/26)

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I find the joys of heaven here on earth,

I behold the grandeur of heaven through the earth,

Earth is my mother—patient, enduring,

She describes to me what heaven is like,

She sketches in easy symbols,

The grace of the gods, said to dwell there.

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I have seen but never been to hell,

Through human sufferings,

I get a glimpse of hell,

They say both heaven and hell exist here and now,

Yet neither has a marked boundary,

Demarcating their territory.

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But they have distinct characteristics,

One laughs, the other cries,

One gladdens,

The other saddens,

One heals, one wounds,

One lifts, the other chains.

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God has created both heaven and hell,

For human beings residing on earth,

They are twin mirrors held for humanity,

Where goodness leads to heaven,

And wickedness to hell.

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Heaven and hell begin with the same letter,

As if to remind us of their closeness,

Both have ‘He’ to begin with,

He—aven and He—ll,

To caution the man about its consequences.

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The choice lies not in fate,
But in your actions,

So choose the ones that lead you to heaven,

And stay away from deeds that take you to hell.

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Animals follow their nature without shame,

For they have no sense of the game,

But human beings have the brains,

To decipher between heaven and hell.

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So awaken your human mind,

And stay away from crime,

To find the joys of heaven here on earth,

As says the Bard of Avon,

In his Venetian lines,

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“You are the master of your life. Steer it well so that you don’t miss heaven while on earth”

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Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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