I was standing at a bus stop
Waiting to board the next bus...

It is like:
A home...

A source of great happiness she is,
An aura of freshness she brings...

In the young garden of mine
Stood rose plants in line...

When a poor man asks for petty alms
He draws ridicule and hostility...

Chicks caged in a shallow box
My colleague brought from market shop...

Sudden earthquakes
Shatter earth...

To make progeny
man has sex; then homo sex...

Childhood moulds and unfolds
The personality one later holds...

O, Innocence!
Where have you gone...

Babes long for parental love,
Children love playing with peers...

Man is born
In this world...