Stash
Jashaswi Senapati's Stashed Knowledge
Why did God make many men?
Why did God make many men? I ask people when They question " You are not him, Bringing brightness in the dim. " I protest and say, "I will walk a new way. " "A NEW WAY", they retort "Will be destruction, Oh my God, And if you figure out Somehow a stand still It will only gift you a cheap will. " "Is will the creator Of an aim or the nature? " When I ask they shout, "How the hell you rebound? " "I will suffocate if I become A man of salary so handsome. There will be smile Lasting longer than a while, If I wear my as aim Instead of adjusting in stranger name." With eyes in hope I wishper Thinking to hear they would bother. "Some place we will be old In life, you need to hold Us and your family So enter the woven destiny. " "You stop me I will stop You bend me I will bend, Like a river meets sea though tampered I will be that what I am natured. " So God made many men, To be king in their own den. I answer people then "Yes am not him Bringing brightness in the dim Because, Unique of might I will bring brightness brightness in the bright. "
Monalisha Mishra
Thats how I met myself.
I walked the lonely path With no sound and no cart. I walked the eerie night With no man and no light. I walked the wobbly faith With no hope and no strength. I walked the sinful cage With no sight and no rage. I walked the swampy ground With no hold and no help around. I walked the dead life With no mercy and no strive. I walked the frozen time With no end and no rhyme. I walked the empty heart With no blood and no beat. I walked the roaring storm With no past and no future. I walked all along, The dark for so long That I was scared to see Even the rustle inside me. The looming scary fog Had muffled the once roaring part And latched it away, away from my heart. But suddenly I stumbled And heard one rumbled. Infront I looked And the side I searched But not finding one Made my fear worse. No courage had I had To turn and look back, But with the last ounce of flowing red, I managed to behold the one behind my head And there stood I, drapped in the robes Of humanity and hope, My streched hands glowed And out came the light that told, " You are welcomed back."