Plagiarism

" After hours of labour and sweat,
A wonderful masterpiece is what we get !
Passing the tests of patience and time,
Blossoms a creativity - awesome and sublime !


But unheard and unnoticed it goes,
A price tag it gets; but it's value nobody knows.
Lost in the heap of rubbish it stands,
Waiting to be dusted by some ragpicker's hands.


The ragpicker knows the price the masterpiece can get,
To open the treasure-chest, he simply can't wait !
 Claims the work as his own - fresh and cult,
Mocking its true owner and hurling at him an ugly insult...


Blinded by a mad craving for glamour and fame,
Honours, Titles, Name and a lot of other things to claim !
Limping he walks towards glory and stardom...
BUT only to find himself rested on the crutches of plagiarism !!!!"


----------- ONKAR

Robbing a Nation......

Bleeding wounds and an unhealed scar,
Still we are proud of what we are !
One of world's largest democracies ourselves we call
To new depths of shame we prepare ourselves to fall.


We are marching towards progress they say
Huge pictures of prosperity they drew
But as new scams are unearthed everyday
I wonder if all the rejoicing was true !


Difficult times are these today
Days when we are daily robbed;
Of scams children talk as they play
In a nation where the common man is daily mobbed.


With a deep sigh and endless rue,
We mourn our nation's sorry state.
Still every five years together we queue
Ready to re-elect our new fate !!! 

                                                     -------------- ONKAR

Missing those little joyful moments.......

It all begins with--
Call it a riddle or a race.
Just an ounce of opportunity
But tons of challenges to face !!

The confusion it weaves around
Makes it a riddle.
A race it is because-
There is no stopping in the middle.

If we succeed, we rejoice
And our efforts we hail !
But if we happen to lose
We blame our destiny for being so frail !

But in this quest of madness
So very often !
The sweet laughter of our heart
We fail to listen !! :-(

The entire spring for that green wealth
We toil hard night and day.
Unwilling to accept that once autumn arrives
Nothing else except the roots will stay !

Obsessed with wealth and enticed by charm,
We turn away from things true and warm.
During this entire race called life, little moments of joy we often miss...
And forget that these are the very moments that make our life a bliss.....

                                                  ------------ONKAR