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Bhagirath Choudhary 

Saying No to Nirvana

Until I learn and earn merits of this human birth
Cultivating loving care and concern like mother earth
Mother earth keeping her promise and word
Loving her children, she walks upon edge of sword

If earth stumbles slightly away from the Sun
That will turn oceans in icy desert, killing everyone
If earth moves a little closer to Sun in her orbit
That will burn all upon earth turning it into hell's pit.

Earth works every moment, giving her best
Making for her children day to work and night to rest
If earth never turns on her axis, making no day or night
Half of earth will burn and half will reel under freezing fright.

With her seasons, earth distributes her love to all
Without discrimination to a mountain or a mole
She asks her clouds to be careful to rain drop by drop
For giving water to every plant of a farmer's crop

Until I learn and earn holy merits becoming worth
If I can turn into love and light like mother earth
Crying for Nirvana without loving wisdom like a fool
How could I wish to run away from my earth school

Until I incorporate love and light in my being
Until I cultivate loving eyes for cosmic blessing
Until I become responsible earth citizen here
What good nirvana will do to an escapist under fear ?

The Roma Spirit 

I lived 
Like an earthly native
With loving motive
Enamored with
Love of humanity
Travelling ever
To meet humane
And kind community

Travelling light
Keeping only
Love in sight
I embraced
My humble poverty
I ignored
The material property
For the bargain
Of my all loving heart
I let go
Wealth and its art

I settled no where
To raise the wall
And to call
The land, 
The river and air
As my own share
With unconditional love and compassion
My universal Roma Spirit 
Craved to enrich the human nation

I moved on 
Like a wind 
Carrying the fragrance
From the flower
And its sacred essence
To the distant
Civilizations upon earth
Spreading human worth
Of heavenly hearth

Now,
The land owners
And the miners
Of wealth and jewels
Tell me, 
You lived
Like a vagabond
Sorry, it is too late
To accommodate

They said,
We have
Divided all the earth
Its forests and its rivers 
And its heavenly hearth
To raise 
Our material worth

Laden with their gold
So very bold
Scolding Roma
They announced 
By spiritual wisdom
You may be tall
But without wealth

You are 
A lost soul, Pal

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