GOOD EVENING
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Thursday, 28 February 2019
Wednesday, 27 February 2019
AN ECHO OF EVERY INDIAN HEART!
Lo! We, the Indians, never miss to spread Peace,
We never ever wish to chop Love apiece,
We never betray to cull Trust into many a slice,
We never intrude, infiltrate or inflame, for is Vice!
Lo! We believe in mutual agreement and brotherhood,
We harness harmony; neither practise nor allow hegemony,
We honour to maintain stability and respite in our neighbourhood,
We enhance humanism, and avoid what augments mankind's agony!
Lo! We are the worthy Sons of Buddha, Asia's Light,
We hate violence vehemently; and loathe deeply to fight,
We detest strongly homicide; and denounce bitterly bloodsheds,
We condemn critically pseudo Crusades under the garbs of bombs and blades!
Thus, let not our patience be mistaken as our fearful Dumbness,
Let not our Tolerance be misconceived as our Timidity or Cowardice,
Let not our Generosity be misunderstood as our helpless numbness,
Else, brace up to face the sourest Music, and pay an uncountable Price!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 27.02.19
Please forward this Poem as a true lover of Mother India. Tq. Hai Hind!
Tuesday, 26 February 2019
HARK! THIS IS WHAT KASHMIR SPEAKS OF NOW!
Hark! I am not a Cricket World Cup,
That you can win over Me by a mere coincidence!
I am rather a valiant Daughter of Mother India,
I am most capable of my own safety and self defense!
Hark! Those who beg of My compassion and mercy,
Can never ever enjoy the privilege to have their says, or to choose.
How can they dream of adorning my loving and caring Lap,
Who don't even deserve to be the ignoble dust under my shoes!
Hark! I can, as a kind Mother, even feed the refugees, if loyal and law abiding,
I can, as Maa Kali, too kick and eliminate the treacherous wasps that sting!
I can prove myself, in sheltering, as one of the most benevolent Benefactors,
I can too pulverize and finish the deadliest, ghastliest and most barbaric traitors!
Thus, it is solely up to you now to decide if you want a peaceful and happy life,
Or, indulge in infiltrations, terrorism, as moths swallow fire to die untimely in an ugly strife!
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Copyright: Shankar D Mishr, 26.02.19
O MY LOVE! NO ONE CAN SEPARATE US!
O my Love! You are the most efficacious and the most assuahing balm,
For all my invisible, unbearable and inexpressible pains!
You are the most exhilarating, accelerating and propelling impetus,
For my Shakespearean sweetest and loveliest Romantic quatrains!
O my Love! You are the most magical and mesmerizing thirst quenching shower,
For my eventless and commonplace life's most withered and wretched flower!
You are the softest and the most soothing Mozart's symphony,
For my Truest Love's most melodious and mellifluous musical bands!
O my Love! You are the sweetest and the most relishing dream,
For my most refreshing, revitalizing, recreating and rejoicing sleep!
You are the most foolproof key to the unbudging lock of my success realm,
That with utmost care, curiosity and love I do ever keenly and fondly keep!
O my Love! You are the most inevitable pulse of my loyalest veins,
You are the most indispensable blood and beat of my most honest heart!
Thus, it is of the least doubt that we were made, in heaven, for each other,
And, under no circumstances, can anyone create a rift to separate us or part!
Copyright: 26.02.19
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Monday, 25 February 2019
O MY LOVE! I AM LUCKIER THAN THOU ART.
O my Love! All are not as much gifted with so lovely cheeks as thou art,
All are not endowed with so cute and captivating a chin as thou art,
All are not as much favoured by God with so enticing lips as thou art,
All are not as much fortunate to have so enrapturing eyes as thou art!
O my Love! All are not endued with so much appealing ability as thou art,
All are not bequeathed with so much inimitable agility as thou art,
All are not bejewelled with so much enviable vivacity as thou art,
All are not adorned with so much astounding alacrity as thou art!
O my Love! All are not as much blessed with so sweet a soul as thine,
All are not bestowed with so beautiful a heart as thou art!
All are not embellished with so coveted and compassionate a heart as thou art,
All are not, as thou art, embedded with all the feminine virtues, to forever shine!
Thus, I should deem myself luckier than thou art, o my Love,
For, all my peace and happiness, does around thee, revolve!
Copyright: 25.02.19
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Sunday, 24 February 2019
Saturday, 23 February 2019
VIRTUE EVER SAILS TO HEAVEN IN THE COURT OF GOD!!
Who dare say God is unreasonable and unkind,
He is, like the flowing water, thoughtless and blind;
He is, like the Black and White Lawyers, partial,
He is ever biased, discriminatory, sadistic and bestial?
Who dare say God is ignorant, and He knows nothing,
He, like the writing board, soon forgets everything;
He allows the powerful to bully and torment the weak,
To sip the suffering hemlock, He picks the innocent and helpless quick?
Who dare say, in God's Court of Judgement,
Money, muscles and recommendations matter;
The guilty escape the harsh whips, and dodge the severe swatter,
The Just, Honest, and Righteous Minority are destined for ill-treatment?
No, never, ever do the aforesaid in God's Realm prevail,
But, in the end, Virtue does sail to Heaven and Evil is ever sent to Jail!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 23.02.2019
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Thursday, 21 February 2019
YOU KNOW NOT, O MY LOVE!
You know not, O my Love, what a coveted Gem you are actually to me,
How often you frequent to my charming and enraptuing dream,
What a precious and enviable place, in my humble life, you possess!
Oh! In Beauty you unprecedently excel even a billion mesmerizing Roses!
You know not, O my Love, I am humbled by your inimitable humility,
Oh! From your harmonious affinity hails to me an unforgettable hilarity!
A surging sweetness sails, to the Sea of life, from your sublime serenity,
I gape at your unique vivacity, and marvel at your mesmerizing civility!
You know not, O my Love, I love you more than parched throat loves water,
I need you more than a chilled and shivering torso needs a warm sweater!
I look at you more eagerly than an unblinking lotus gazes at a Sunny boon,
I await you more than a dark night waits for a silvery and shiny Full Moon!
Thus, you know not, O my Love, I have made you my heart's very breath,
We have been coupled to remain each other's even centuries after our death!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 23.02.19
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Tuesday, 19 February 2019
WHAT THE HEARTS OF OUR MARTYRS ECHO?
Can our Martyrdom mitigate our families' endless miseries,
Can their losses be recompensed with any material treasuries,
Can the foreheads of our wives smile again with their robbed crimson vermilions,
Can our orphaned kids ever get back their martyred fathers in exchange for billions?
Can our family hurts be cured with the pills of lip sympathies and pen compassions,
Can we return walking to our bereaved parents, wives, daughters and sons?
Which technology can bring our speeches back; which science can join our fleshes, veins and bones?
Can your grieved condolence observances justly compensate our losses,
Can our posthumous Param Veer Chakras make up for our incurable gashes,
Can your ostentatious fleeting measures, and vain steps pass us any peace?
Who can pay our fateless families duly what they will forever miss?
But, our losses can be reduced with the removal of your biased political glasses,
And a unanimous demand for the elimination of 'Terrorism' by the whole masses.
N.B. This poem, hundreds of many other poems, is available on Google. Search "Poetry of Shankar D Mishra" to read them.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra. 20.02.2019
W.A number: +91 8270604524
Monday, 18 February 2019
LISTEN TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is not at all the right Time,
To wear the politically tainted glasses of mutual rancour and prejudice,
To hypothetically pretend, "Alas! The matter is sub Judice,
To treacherously garner own milage, and recite the same cliched futile Rhyme!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is not at all the proper Moment,
To sip like Socrates the venoms of unprovoked massacre and torment,
To shed temporary and tarnishing tears, and vociferate shallow slogans,
To light only the self consoling candles, and let go Scott free the heinous Hooligans!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is not at all the hour:
Like the timid and cowardly, to scamper and cower,
To purse and sew you lips like a shy and scared touch-me-not flower,
To succumb, and concede to be blasted and collapsed like a dumb unarmed tower!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is the time to retort to the bricks with the stones,
To crush the Brutes unitedly, and unfurl my Tricolours in the trespassed Zonens!
Zones* - the territory trespassed by the perpetrators
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.02.19
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Sunday, 17 February 2019
AN EARNEST CALL OF MOTHER INDIA TO All HER CHILDREN!
O my dearest children,
I am sure, none of you shall ever push me into the hands of a horrible bane,
None of you can encourage any intruder to initiate a gory and bloody rain,
None of you can bear me ruled over by any foreign devilish powers again!
O my dearest children,
None of you can hand me over to the claws of an intolerable pain,
None of you can watch me roll and wriggle down a very deadly terrain,
None of you can witnesses me wretchedly culled by the Brutes like a hen!
O my dearest children, I am hopeful, you all will hear my earnest call,
All will lie firmly like a buttress, around my fortress, before it is forced to fall,
All, with unflagging spirits and unwavering zeals shall stand defiantly tall,
That no more untoward incidents by blood thirsty Ogres may be executed at all!
Thus, wake up, unite and take a Bhisma's oath, my dearest children,
To shave off together the anti-social elements to make India a peaceful Haven!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 17.02.19
W.A Number: +91 8270604524
Saturday, 16 February 2019
WHEN WILL THE SOULS OF OUR MARTYRS REST IN PEACE?
WHEN WILL THE SOULS OF OUR MARTYRS REST IN PEACE?
Alas! Some left their Innocent Foetuses forever orphaned,
Some left their wretched Infants forever abandoned,
Some left their unfortunate wives untimely forever widowed,
And some left their sunny worlds at noon forever shadowed!
Alas! Some groping hands lost, forever, their supporting Sticks,
Some poor pillars lost, forever, their building upholding bricks,
Some brightening Bulbs lost, forever, their fluorescent Filaments,
Some staggering Legs lost, forever, their life sustaining Ligaments!
Alas! The Indian Army lost, forever, Its valorous and chivalrous Jawans,
Mother India lost, forever, Her selfless and sacrificing Sons,
All the country men lost, forever, their brave and praiseworthy brothers,
From Kashmir to Kanyakumari, there will fall only sour Tear-Showers!
But, when will the Souls of our Martyrs rest in permanent Peace?
Only when the 'Terrorists' are defaced, and 'Terrorism' is pushed, forever, to perish.
N.B. : This poem is dedicated to all the 40 plus CRPF personnel, who were killed in a suicide bomb attack, in the district of Pulwama, Jammu Kashmir, India, on 14th Feb. 2019, Wednesday.
Photo Courtesy: Google
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra 14.02.2022
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra 14.02.2022
Friday, 15 February 2019
YES, YOU ARE......
Yes, you are soft and scented like a flower,
You are refreshing and soothing like a shower,
You are relieving and revitalizing like a bower,
You are a human gem, unquestionably rare!
Yes, your limber lips does ejaculate the sweetest honey,
Your touching tongue turns the cloudiest sky sunny,
Your twinkling eyes outshine even the brightest Polestar,
The Full Moon too, before your enviable Beauty, lags much afar!
For a breathtaking hug, when you stretch your arms,
My heavenly joys overflow as the waters of the happiest dams!
When your softest bosom is accessed for our soundest slumbers,
Our content hearts start to sing and croon our lives' sweetest numbers!
Then, life's faded Lotus gets nourished to blossom forever,
Even Wordsworth's ten thousand Daffodils lack Its charm and flavour!
Wednesday, 13 February 2019
Tuesday, 12 February 2019
Describing words
Beautiful eyes
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- Your eyes are so deep and beautiful that my whole world is reflected in them.
- Your eyes…. as deep as ocean, …..as dreamy as a starry night, …..as pretty as lotus petals,…..as mesmerising as sunrise,….as serene as a morning dew,…..are intriguing, but also are as innocent as a child's laughter!
- In the depths your eyes, I am able to visualise everything……my hopes, my dreams, my desires, my ambitions, my goals, my thoughts, my secrets, ….and even my whole life, of which I want you to be a part forever.
- Your smiling eyes with fluttering eyelashes, make me escape a few heartbeats, give me arrhythmia , but at the same time bring solace to my soul.
- Your innocent and hopeful eyes, put together the broken pieces of my existence, full of turmoil and give me a reason to survive and face bravely the adversities of life.
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O MY BELOVED! WHY ART THOU SO BEAUTIFUL?
O my beloved! Why art thou so enviably beautiful?
For, thy maddening Beauty doth always steal my mind's cool,
Thy gladdening Beauty, over my unrestricted heart doth rule,
The more the Time pases, the more thy Beauty doth become unforgettable!
O my beloved! Thy bewitching, beauteous and dimpled cheeks,
Dost ever tempt, allure and invite my rapt and rapturous lips!
To thy rosy, rousing and lithe lips, my eager heart ever inaudibly speaks,
At thy shining, sensuous eyes, as a gaping Lotus, my lasting Love ever peeps!
O my beloved! Thy supplest, loftiest and loveliest chest,
Dost pour upon me an infinite bliss and a rare ecstatic rest!
Thy matchless affinity suckles me with the sweetest Elixir of Heaven,
Indescribable is thy coveted love, and thy company is invaluably rich and golden!
Monday, 11 February 2019
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