Woman, the household queen
a precious flower of our garden

Keeper of our glorious honour
bearer of our precious future

Beautiful footprints of her elegant steps
gently cautions to avoid any missteps

She is so dear to our hearts
that we confine her to the four walls

Emotionally vulnerable creation
inefficient to make any credible decision

Fragile and frail woman
must be under scrupulous supervision

It's for her own protection
is the common notion among chauvinist men

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Unforgettable tales
astounding characters
introspecting turn of events
sheltered in these fragile papers

Condensing enormous explosions
of multifaceted emotions
inked to conserve their quintessence
till the end of times

Transmuting the mundane existence
discarding the temporal constraints
transit the embroiled readers
into a world of make-believe realms

To dive deep into the ocean of words
divulge the ethos of the literary works
quench the thirst of enthusiastic hearts
and remain in their memory shelves

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Dear Teachers,
Are we really creating tomorrow's citizens?
The ones that are glued to their mobiles
Busy fighting battles on social media platforms
who gives a dam about classroom learnings
As a plethora of resources
are available at the fingertips
They don't really need a Teacher
to direct them when they are derailed from their path
enable them to unravel the layers of enormous wisdom
excavate the capabilities that were left unnoticed
provide an insightful perspective
to deal with life experiences
warn them about the game of deception
motivate in a state of helplessness
console in a state of intellectual numbness
present alternatives to the life-ending crisis
guide them in a state of
unceremonious uncertainties
They have their personalized AI preacher
to do all these and much more
So take a back seat and decompress
as they are in good hands
which call them a stain on the universe
and plead them to die

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An Era of Antiheroes
Worshipping the demons
for their vicious deeds
we celebrate maliciousness
as if it's the new age righteousness

We are idealizing the villains
thinking highly of ethics' antithesis
making a mockery of virtuousness
we glorify meanness on the pretext of braininess

Pampering inherent beasts
in the name of voguishness
we are promoting to derive the pleasure
through acts of malevolence

What a callous world we live in
where epicaricacy is heightened as wit
and honesty is portrayed as incompetence

Everything said and done
we are in an era of antiheroes
where the ideal connotations and discretions
are dismantled and blown to smithereens

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Nothing is left unnoticed
unregistered or overlooked

As the lord is the sole witness
to all the sins of our souls

All the malevolent deeds
vicious words and malicious ideas

Every single awful action
guided by the green-eyed monsters

Is witnessed by the Omnipresent God
as there are no blind spots for his lens

And we are answerable to all those vices
on the day of the final judgement

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Vighnahartha extends
his enormous blessings
uprooting the obstacles
that hinder our success

Bestowing intellectual brilliance
Buddhi pradata fosters
Self-consciousness
among his disciples

Embodying exceptional attributes
of Shakti and Shiva, Aadi pujya
accepts the initial prayers
to propel us to prosper as Vijaya Pradata

With his distinctive yet delightful
appearance Vakratunda Mahakaya
enlighten the world to delve deeper
disregarding appearances deceptive

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mastering
the art of unlearning
and obliterating the futile learning

By prudently dismantling
then thoughtfully reassembling
with determination uncrumbling

Relentlessly chiseling
incessantly redefining
to transform into a persona inspiring

Letting go of everything distracting
facing the inhibitions intimidating
never dared to cease evolving

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A soul-soothing lullaby comforting
the inner child in each and every person

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Riding the chariot of thoughts
invade the world with the army of words

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I may be tired, exhausted, frustrated
and even on the verge of collapse

But...but...but...I would never call it quits
I've done it all my life

Struggle struggle struggle
nothing was easy, nothing was ready

Every dream was far-fetched
every goal was out of reach

There were moments of self-doubt
and detours derailing the process

Yet, I endured the storm
quelling the tempests in and out

Putting the best foot forward
by mastering the art of getting comfortable
with the discomfort

That's my little secret to success
and of every tale of triumph's quintessence

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