Simple Irony

Simple Irony short poem

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….in search of God…..

Simple Irony …….
……His Compulsion…..

Infinite Niti-Grities will Appear ….
Whenever You’ll …..
Attempt to be Rich …..
In Thoughts …In Words …In Action …..

Unaccounted Stillness will Steer …..
Whenever You’ll ……..
Prompt to Switch …..
In Sum …..In Toto……In Fraction ……

Unparalleled Matters will Tear ……
Whenever You’ll …..
Strike the Niche …..
In Traction…..or ….In Reaction …..
All Friendly Times ….. All Childish Chimes …..
All Eternal Bindings ……All Trendy Surroundings …..
All Accrued Rapport ….All Who Should Support ……..
All Worldly Friends ……All Cowardly Trends …….

Will Oppose ……All That You Suppose ……
Will Disapprove …..All That You Move …
Will Sting ……All that Stimulates Your Being …..
Will Fling ……All that Accelerates Your String …..

Yet ……You have to be Rich ……
Yet ……You have to Switch ……
Yet ……You have to Strike the Niche …..
Yet …….You have to transcend the Itch ….

One Friend …..Is Always with You …..
Your Soul ……Your Native Hue …….
And Remember … There is Always God ….
Who Greatly Loves You ……

And He Cares for You ……
And He Installs the Daring in You …..
And He Sets You in the Clue ….
More so ….It is Always His Due …….

Poet’s Note:
Friction begins the moment there is motion. Yet motion is all the man can do. HE – The God, begins his infinite help the moment you start.

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Name : Ashish Chand DOB : 26th Mar. 1957 Profession : Engineer Work : Self Employed
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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We have to beat the inertia, and the rest will just fall in place, the hand which spins the Earth and the Moon and the Sun and the Stars, will move us too.

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