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Watch Out

Watch out!
When you are alone on a solitary lane,
Because the world outside your home is turning day by day fiercer .
An unknown person with a pleasing smile can be a violent horrible stranger.

Watch out!
When you are alone
Even in your home
Because even your sweet maid 
Can be cruel and ill bred.

Watch out !
When you are out alone
For purchasing in a shop
Because an evil minded can put your life to a stop.

Watch out!
When you are in public
Don't be careless when you speak
Because an important information
You may unknowingly leak
Which can turn your dear one's life bleak.

Watch out!
Whenever you are traveling
Because may be a pervert on nearby seat is boiling
Boiling to give you a doctored drink
So that to his evil designs you may sink.

Watch out!
When a neighbour or a kin
Approaches you out of blue with a sly grin
For lusty whims he may try to win
Life can be an upheaval
If you don't use your IQ level.

Watch out!
Because this world is no longer a paradise
And listen to time's advice be wise
Otherwise you may have to pay a heavy price.

Watch out !
Perversity, terrorism,lust and greed are reigning
Under the veil of innocence and goodness
Only evil is prevailing
Make vigilance your tool
Otherwise you will sooner become a fool....

Comments

  1. Such a wonderful poem..
    Made me dumbstruck

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  2. This is something every teenage right now should definitely read ! Beautiful explained and written

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  3. Mind blowing poem... penned very well.
    You have beautiful future in poetry.
    Best wishes,, ALL THE BEST👍👍🌠🌠

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  4. A vivid portryal of dark perils of Indian society... thoroughly woven poetically hinting preventions to be a victim of these evils.. Well expressed and deliberated... Kudos for bringing forth..

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  5. Well written.. Superb... Keep writing thought provoking lines

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  6. Manika your work is commendable
    Keep writing your amazing thoughts
    Well done
    Congratulations!

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  7. Excellent poem Manika....proud of u ...hope we will get to read such work of yours off and on...congratulations

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  8. These words are speaking reality and alarming our actions. Wonderful!

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  9. We really need to introspect and act if we want a safe society.
    Grrrt Manika

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  10. It's very nice and heartfelt poem, Manika ma'am

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  11. Well expressed and deliberated on one of the burning issues of our society in a very simple language...Congratulations

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