thoughts – D K Chauhan Poetry

Isn’t it ???

This lonely journey often asks Where is the crowd of the start?

Keep dying to live, Leave living to die. Braves ever live, Cowards daily die.

Birth is painful Death gives peace, During birth baby cries After death people sleep.

My facial wrinkles and foot ulcers, Tell everything about my struggles.

One should not believe on his own shadow, It even gets disappeared when light goes off.

Take out the nails of hate with love Living silently in this noisy world. (Dedicated to Mahatma Ghandhi)

Root of the success is always thorny Quite paved with the pointed stones. So lonely and sometimes fearful With the thunderclap and Storms.

Tell the troubles not to threaten I am quite ready with a sword of courage.

Injuries of struggles never pain, Those who feel it, nothing gain.

What will you do with the gold and diamonds? Don’t forget, the grave – clothes contain no pocket.