1. LET'S LAY DOWN THE WEAPONS!
2. LET ME NEVER BID MY
BELOVED A ‘GOODBYE’!
3. TO A MOGRA FLOWER
4. LET’S MAKE OUR
PRECIOUS LIFE A PEERLESS CAMERA!
5. HAS A LADY EVER
ENJOYED HER TRUE EMANCIPATION?
6. LET ME BE
ZEALOUS, NOT JEALOUS OF SHAKESPEARE’S GENIUS
7. O GOD! LET ME NOT BE
A MONARCH OF A FATAL KINGDOM!
8. WHOM TO TRUST?
9. CONQUEST OVER DEFEAT
10. YES, IT IS
HIGH TIME
11. WHEN THOU ART
AT MY LAP
12. BELIEVE ME,
YOU SHALL ETERNALLY LIE.
13. A KIND WORD VERSUS A
HARSH WORD
14. LET THE LAMP OF LOVE
BE LIGHTED TO ILLUMINATE THE GLOBE!
15. WAR
16. CONFUSION
17. LET’S PREPARE
FOR A MEMORABLE PICNIC
18. YOU CAN SURELY BEAT
THE GRAVE
19. GOD MADE A
UNIQUE DEPUTY CALLED ‘MOTHER
20. TIME
21. SONG OF LIFE
22. YOUR BEAUTY
23. O GOD! LET ME BE A
FLOWER AT THY FEET!
24. LET’S NOT
CONNIVE AT OUR LACUNA
25. THE SOLILOQUY OF A
MIRROR
26. LABOUR’S FLAVOUR
27. LABOUR
28. OURS IS A HUMBLE
TRIBUTE TO VINOD KHANNA
29. TO THE SPRING
30. PASS, SURPASS AND
TRESPASS
31. LET’S WAIT TILL TIME
BEATS OUR VICTORY DRUMS
32. THIS IS MY MISSION
33. A SONNET ON MY
BELOVED
34. AH! THE WRETCHED
MOUNTAINS
35. SONG OF THE TREES
36. SPRING TIME
37. RELATION
38. THE MAGICAL EFFECTS
OF CHANTING ‘RAM NAM’
39. I
40. THE SOLILOQUY
OF A MIRROR
41 DIVINE CRAZE
42. VIRTUE
43. CURIOSITY
44. THIS IS THE WORLD
45. HOW CAN THIS WORLD
BE MADE A HEAVEN?
46. O GOD! I SEEK THY
COMPANY.
47. SKIN
48. SIMPLE MEN
49. WHOM TO TRUST?
50. O GOD! MAY EVERYONE
BE AT LEAST A SAGE!
51. A NEW YEAR
WISH……..
52. IF I WERE A TREE
......
53. DO IDENTITIES REALLY
MATTER?
54. IF PRIDE COMES
55. ILLUSION
56. WHAT IS THIS? O
LOVE, TELL ME!
57. DESTINY AND
DESTINATION
58. SOME TIPS TO
BE AN IDEAL TEACHER
59. LET’S BE
SAFEGUARDED BY THE DETACHED AND DESIRELESS NETS!
60. ONLY IF I
COULD AFFORD A VIDEO TICKET THEN…….!
61. LET ME ABSORB
AND DRY ALL THE SOUREST AND BITTEREST TEARS!
62. SATARE, TORA…….
1. LET'S LAY DOWN THE WEAPONS!
Let's lay down the fatal
weapons:
Now, the worst enemies
of humans,
That defile the purity
of the pristine air,
That spread all around
an animosity fire!
Let's lay down the
mortal arms and blind armaments:
The deadliest agents of
mass destruction,
That sever the globe
into uncountable fragments,
That breed hatred,
rivalry, fear and tension!
Let's lay down the gory
ammunitions of intolerance:
The most heinous accused
of volcanic and venomous violence,
That drags lives, in no
time, to a stagnancy, and brings them to a stand still,
That, in an instant,
insanely does the whole mankind massacre and stifle!
Let's today lay down
what is harmful to God's Creation, and pernicious,
So that we all can
relish, to the hilt, His generous gifts of life, so precious!
N.B: Composed on 5th
June, the world Environment Day.
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LET ME NEVER BID MY
BELOVED A ‘GOODBYE’!
How can I, an enraptured
Rose, disallow and deny,
If my dearest Beloved,
like a piercing and penetrating Thorn,
Wishes to love me
constantly, and below me eternally lie,
To provide me, from all
external invasions, a perfect protection?
How can I, an ardent
devotee of Love, coldly turn it down,
If my darling Beloved
enjoys me with her excruciating smooching,
Until my crimson bloods,
like a lively fountain, trickle down,
For, except mine
sweetest, she can’t be pleased by any other being?
How can I reject my
matchless Beloved with a groan or whine,
For, She claims to be
for me the costliest German Rhenish wine,
For, She vociferously asserts
that She will remain forever only mine,
For, an iota of her warm
love retains even no other Shakespearean Heroine?
Thus, let my Beloved’s
Love be fresh and alive until spreads the vast Sky,
Let my Beloved’s Love
prevail till the light and heat of the Sun do not die,
Let my Beloved’s Love be
an unprecedented Emblem of True Nuptial Tie,
Let me never in life bid
my Beloved a painful and unthinkable ‘Goodbye’!
Glossary:
Ardent - passionate
Rhenish – pertaining to
wine produced in the Rhine region
Vociferously – loudly
An iota of – a bit of
Unprecedented -
extraordinary
Emblem - symbol
Nuptial -
marriage/conjugal
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TO A MOGRA FLOWER
Wow! You are gifted with
a sweet and charming aroma,
Alas! I am cursed with a
foul- odorous stigma!
Your celestial fragrance
attracts Souls to you,
Alas! My insalubrious
and selfish stink is greeted by few!
Wow! You are born to
bind the hearts with your unique Aura,
You keep pouring on them
peace and joy in a plethora!
Alas! My presence
adulterates the pure pleasures of the ambience,
For, I am an ill-famous
Antonym to your far reaching Eminence!
Thus, May your Tribe, by
leaps and bounds, replenish,
May my ugly kind dwindle
fast, and quickly diminish!
May your so exceptional
species swiftly abound all around,
May my roots be replaced
with yours in the mundane ground!
May my wish be granted
for a heavenly revival of the Earth,
May Eternal happiness
perpetuate here with your August birth!
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LET’S MAKE OUR PRECIOUS
LIFE A PEERLESS CAMERA!
Let the courteous Camera
of our precious Life,
Be always focused only
on the objects of relevance;
So that the sweet snaps
of our ceaseless strife,
Bear a universal
acceptance, importance and endurance!
Let the invaluable
Camera of our priceless Life,
Never be dragged towards
the dark and blurred aspects;
Lest the irreversible
snaps of our indefatigable strife,
Should ever lack the
desired shines, values and respects!
Let the ingenious Camera
of our splendorous Life,
Be able to turn ordinary
Negatives into extra-ordinary Positives!
Let it carry on its
honest, resolute and persistent strife,
Until its sweaty
endeavour, the world’s worthy recognition receives!
Let our peerless Camera
of unique Life keep clicking laudable snaps,
Until its cells are
exhausted, and its Vision Nature finally wraps!
Let the matchless snaps
of our ultimate outcome,
Adorn, embellish ,
prettify and enrich Beauty’s everlasting Laps!
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HAS A LADY EVER ENJOYED
HER TRUE EMANCIPATION?
What Law in the world
has unshackled and unchained me,
Which Law has lifted me
to the ostensible Liberty’s Acme,
Where has Law really
materialized my long cherished dream,
When has Law allowed me
to flow as a free and fair Stream?
Am I not still
everywhere a second Priority at birth,
Am I not to sacrifice a
lion’s share from my hard earned Mirth,
Am I not to marry after
standing before Myriad male choices,
Am I not very often
gagged to suppress my legitimate Voices?
Am I not to lose my Surname
with my Nuptial Tie,
Am I not a compromising
Pan to my every Happiness fry,
Am I not subjected to
all ill at ease male queries to reply,
Am I not born, under the
irresistible male whims, to ever lie?
Am I not still whipped
to show Mercy, being ever at others’ Mercy,
Am I not dangling a
hollow badge of Feminine Greatness and Courtesy,
Am I not still a dumb
Puppet in the unshakable string of male domination,
Am I not still living in
a mere Pseudo world of the so-called Emancipation?
Glossary:
Emancipation –
liberation
Unshackled and unchained
– freed
Acme – peak
Cherished - treasured
Mirth – delight
Myriad - countless
Gagged – suppressed
Ostensible - superficial
Legitimate – lawful/
justifiable
Subjected to – forced to
Ill at ease -
uncomfortable
Irresistible –
compelling/overpowering
Whims – impulses
Whipped –
forced/punished
Dangling - hanging
Hollow badge - empty
symbol
Courtesy - good manners/
consideration
Unshakable –
steadfast/firm
Domination – control/
supremacy
Pseudo – artificial/
simulated
So-called – supposed
Emancipation -
liberation
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08270604524LET ME BE ZEALOUS, NOT JEALOUS OF SHAKESPEARE’S GENIUS
If I unreasonably
compare myself with Shakespeare,
And unnecessarily feel
myself despondent and inferior,
Dejectedly think myself,
near his illustrious halo, nowhere,
Downheartedly feel
myself commonplace, him a gem rare,
Dismally begin to feel
myself negligible; dolefully curse and lament,
Wha will be the
inevitable and unavoidable outcome?
It will, in vain, pain
me more and more, dampen me and torment,
Will make me,
consequently, sad, surly, sullen and glum……!
If, instead, I can
rationally and sensibly ask myself:
“Why can’t you bake
yourself a more delicious literary Cake,
If Shakespeare, five
centuries ago, could so immaculately make,
Being zealous, drawing
impetus from his contemporary counterparts’ pelf
Could excel in his own
inimitable Arts, giving up inferiority, pessimistic fears?”
“For, Ego-less
eyes and Positive perusal do bless us with the last laugh and cheers”!
Glossary:
Zealous –
enthusiastic
Despondent - hopeless
Dejectedly – unhappily
Illustrious - famous
Halo – bright and
distinguished literary development
Downheartedly - in
despair
Dismally - cheerlessly
Dolefully - unhappily
Lament - cry for
Dampen – dishearten
Surly, sullen and glum –
sad and miserable
Rationally and sensibly
– with logic
Pelf – here, literary
genius
Inimitable – matchless
Pessimistic –
unenthusiastic/ negative
Perusal - read-through
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08270604524O GOD! LET ME NOT BE A MONARCH OF A FATAL KINGDOM!
Oh! Artificiality plays
supreme,
Where Genuineness is
scared to scamper and quietly scream!
Oh! A Reverie is adored
as, and substituted for a sweet dream,
Where the reeking Scum
is taken for mouth watering Cream!
Comes to power a
misleading and unrivalled Illusion,
Where suffocated and
strangled is the valued Vision!
Oh! A more blessed and
welcome haven is a poisoned Prison,
Where whipped, gagged
and throttled is one’s prized Reason!
Oh! Hell is a much
coveted and sought after place,
Where Heaven is unwanted
like cursed, rotten flesh!
Oh! A shameful
Incarceration is a celestial Bliss,
Where Salvation is
ignobly sliced to many a piece!
Oh! Falsehood clears, at
ease, the litmus Test,
Where Truth is poisoned
to death as a pestering Pest!
O God! Let me not be a
wretched Monarch of a fatal Kingdom,
Let me prefer, in Your
Realm, a contented and reprieved Serfdom!
Glossary:
reeking - stinking
scum- a layer of dirt on
the surface of a liquid
gagged –choked
throttled - suffocated
incarceration -
imprisonment
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08270604524WHOM TO TRUST?
Ah! A pathetic and
piteous voice, the Class Teacher heard,
While he was teaching
Chemistry in the second period!
It was Karun who, like a
swishing and swelling flood,
Raised his delirious and
uneasy head gradually upward!
Then, the Teacher,
saying, “What is the matter, my dear?”
Approached the ever
innocent and sobbing pupil near!
As soaked and blotted
his written papers with his bitter beads of tear,
Said he, “Sir, intense
is my Stomach-ache, ouch! I am unable to bear!”
Melting like the soft
butter by Karun’s stomach-ache drama heat,
Teacher did caress his
back and give him a New Guest’s Treat!
Without any home-work,
teacher instantly sent Karun home,
But, little did he
guess, Karun’s only remedy was Google Chrome!
Karun’s disease remained
an unnoticed and unsuspected mystery,
Until he disclosed to
Varun, while Meeta Mam was teaching History!
The shocking and
sickening fact fast circulated far and wide like wild fire,
“Whom to trust?” then
murmured to himself, the gaping Chemistry Sir!
Glossary:
Swishing – hissing/
whistling
Delirious –
restless/convulsive
Google Chrome – here,
Video Games
Gaping - looking with
wide open mouth, as in wonder
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08270604524CONQUEST OVER DEFEAT
Can a scared canoe
surpass high tides
A daunted dog prey if it
hides
A fierce fighter fizzle
out in the fight
The perseverant be
divested of day light?
When perspiring a
thousand times down does fall
A tiny food-crumb
carrying ant to ascend on a precipitous wall,
Yet, it injects its self
aplomb in each vein with fortitude
Ascents and descents and
vice versa persist to a multitude;
But, all its endeavours
bear smiles of fructification
To chant: “The
perseverant become triumphant in the long run.”
A sanguine diver dips in
the deep ocean
Though very often hollow
handed he returns,
Yet, his verves overcome
his fleet, fragile failures
Invites the fathomless
water to quest for rare pearls;
But frequents not he
back with sordid, sullen fists
To chant:“The
perseverant aren’t damped by deterrent mists.”
Failure is a taunting
challenge, take it soon on
To detect thy defects
and diagnose, be ever prone,
Shun thy slumber unless
the Ultimate Goal is got
Desert not the
Kurukshetra until the debacle is fought;
To chant: “Eulogy
trumpets blow not sine any floral feat
The steady perseverant
compel defeat to bow at their feet!”
*daunted -
scared/demoralized
*fizzle out - fail, end
weakly, esp. after a hopeful beginning
*perseverant - steadfast
in one's job/action
*divested of - deprived
of
*fructification- fruit
production
*verves - high spirits/
enthusiasms
*fleet - short-lived
*fragile - weak
*sordid - cheap/base
*sullen _ unwilling to
smile/ be unpleasant to people
*debacle - defeat
*Kurukshetra - the
battle ground of the Pandavas and the Kauravas in the Epic Mahabharata
N.B: A very small effort
to compose a poem on the famous Hindi poem “HAAR NAHI HOTI”. SO FAR AS THE POET
IS CONCERNED, THERE ARE DIFFERENT OPINIONS ON NET. SO, THE POEM IS MORE
IMPORTANT THAN THE POET.
कोशिश करने वालों की (Koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti)
प्रस्तुतकर्ता SURYA पर 11:29 pm
लहरों से डर कर नौका पार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।
नन्हीं चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर, सौ बार फिसलती है।
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है,
चढ़कर गिरना, गिरकर चढ़ना न अखरता है।
आख़िर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।
डुबकियां सिंधु में गोताखोर लगाता है,
जा जा कर खाली हाथ लौटकर आता है।
मिलते नहीं सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में।
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।
असफलता एक चुनौती है, इसे स्वीकार करो,
क्या कमी रह गई, देखो और सुधार करो।
जब तक न सफल हो, नींद चैन को त्यागो तुम,
संघर्ष का मैदान छोड़ कर मत भागो तुम।
कुछ किये बिना ही जय जय कार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।
--हरिवंशराय बच्चन
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YES, IT IS HIGH TIME
Ouch! A sudden, callous
blast shatters the whole matters
Forces the innocent
lives into sad and hapless tatters
Pulls the moving, active
and serene world to a standstill
Pits unfathomable gorges
of loss that is too hard to fill!
Ah! Bloods ejaculate;
fleshes are sliced and minced
Bones are scattered; the
usual carnival is diminished!
Frenzied stampedes,
hustles and bustles for survival
Oh! Some defeat Death;
alas! Some succumb to burial!
When the menacing
fanatics loom large slyly and hover
Shock and terror waves
spread the tumultuous world over
Roads are drained by
flash floods of piteous, pathetic tears
Ah! Some vanish
themselves; some lose their nears and dears!
But, what gains they
reap being hell-bent on destructions
What motives they
materialize devising deadly devastations
What goals they achieve
by facilitating irreparable ruinations?
Do they really, by their
heinous cruelty, reach birth’s destinations?
It is high time they did
scrupulously ponder and sensibly retreat
They did rectify
themselves before it is remorsefully too late
Else, none will come to
their rescues as the Conscience Fate,
With appropriate
remedies, will call them on to gulp and greet!
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WHEN THOU ART AT MY LAP
When thou art at my lap:
Even lead seems to me
enviably soft
Even nail tips touch
like blooms’ tuft
Even dry hays become
silky fabric
Even water plants turn
wools terrific!
When thou art at my lap:
My mind is as agile as a
dancing deer
A pittance fetches me a
endless cheer
Each moment seems to me
like festivity
Even the drab earth
turns a heaven pretty!
When thou art at my lap:
Even poison tastes like
sweet nectar
Even blood drops turn
pearls of lustre
In dark fortnight,
appears the Moon
Everything looks
beautiful so soon!
When thou art at my lap:
Like a moment a long eon
seems
Ah! Happiness abounds
and teems
Yes, to me even darkness
is light
I prevail over the earth
in delight!
When thou art at my lap:
The whole life becomes
poetry
Flows there a river of
boundless glee
Love brings all
perfection and fulfillment
What else can pour so
much contentment?
* THOU ART – YOU ARE
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BELIEVE ME, YOU SHALL
ETERNALLY LIE.
Life is full of solid
senses and meanings
It is not, at all, a
game of one innings;
Only to him a blissful
contentment It brings
Who sanguinely and
detachedly Its song sings!
Life is neither futile,
nor even shallow or hollow
It is a bitter-sweet,
but efficacious pill to swallow;
It is a long and
limitless highway both high and low
It is a Moon, that is
sometimes dark, still It does glow!
Your life is as relevant
as your fellow, close friend’s
Laugh at him never, if
ever he falls or he ever bends;
Think not his life as a
trifling Toy to rashly play with
Force him not to give
up, nor spur him ever to quith!
Give always full respect
to your own tongue
Lest you should forget
it and commit a wrong;
Be loyal, kind and
reliable to him who trusts you
Then only can you be One
amongst the rare few!
Take not ever advantage
of your friend’s simplicity
Cheating, pretence and
betrayal fetch only futility;
Ah! Co-operation and
compassion boost in life unity
Facing the crises with
fortitude proves one’s maturity!
Lift the fallen, and
serve the neglected and downtrodden
Triumph never comes in
life abruptly, or all of a sudden;
Do learn to bear with
your friend, and patiently pardon
Then all will love you,
and in their life’s crown adorn!
Life is not stuffed with
any baseless or useless matter
Make Its each passing
and irretrievable moment better;
Ignore experiences, you
have ever tasted, sour or bitter
You will certainly be,
at last, than all others, greater!
You shall, like every
living organism, one day or other die
However, remember, death
is not your life’s only end;
Count not ever what you
lost and what you gained
Believe me, you shall,
after your departure, eternally lie!
N.B: This poem is
inspired by H.W Longfellow’s “A Psalm of Life”.
*quith – quit/ give up
[here used as an archaic/old English word]
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A KIND WORD VERSUS A
HARSH WORD
A kind word oozes water
from arid stones
A harsh word, like
petrol, instantly hearts burns!
A kind word, like a
boon, copious joy showers
A harsh word, like red
chillies, swells up tears!
A kind word, like
relishing dishes, removes hunger soon
A harsh word, in the
seas of sorrows, does hearts drown!
A kind word spreads
sweetness like the Solitary Reaper
A harsh word, like a
sharp blade, cuts and bleeds deeper!
A kind word, like the
quenching water, soothes
A harsh word , like salt
on raw wounds writhes!
A kind word, like
comforting breeze fans peace
A harsh word, like a
huge Roller, destroys bliss!
A kind word, like a
heartening gift, does fetch relief
A harsh word, like a
nagging pest, pours only grief!
A kind word, like green
leaves, gladly breathes life
A harsh word pierces
soft hearts like a cruel knife!
O God! Let me be ever
blessed to use a kind word
Let me against using a
harsh word cautiously guard
Let me be ever gifted
with a kind and pleasing tongue
Let not any heart, by my
harsh words, ever be stung!
*versus - against
* Solitary Reaper is a
poem written by William Wordsworth. In the poem, the solitary/lonely reaper is
believed by the poet to be singing a song that surpasses in sweetness than that
of a nightingale and a cuckoo.
*writhes – here, gives
deep pain
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LET THE LAMP OF LOVE BE
LIGHTED TO ILLUMINATE THE GLOBE!
Let not your love put
one into shame and embarrassment
Let not your love kill
one’s costly serenity and merriment!
Let not your love, for
no disease, be an unwanted treatment
Let not your love pit in
one’s mind an irreparable dent!
Let not your love prove
to be lusty, impulsive and ardent
Let not your love force
one to suffocate and faint!
Let not your love reduce
shine of one’s life’s filament
Let not your love compel
one to repent and lament!
Let the norms of love be
adored well and abided
Let not love ever be
cultivated one-sided!
Let not one, for your
unrequited love, be chided
Let not love ever, by
mean motives, be guided!
Let the lamp of love be
lighted to illuminate the globe
Let the Panacea of love
cure all maladies, and resolve!
* unrequited -
unreciprocated /unanswered
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WAR
Oh! War rains
torrential blood
It expands the straits
of enmity broad!
It turns green oases
into arid deserts
Ah! Compassion in its
company rots!
Oh! War ruthlessly
chokes fraternity
It kills callously
humanity!
It breeds bitter,
rancorous hatred
Ah! Fury in its company
does tread!
Oh! War intensifies
horror
It spurs the reign of
terror!
It assumes the shape of
a ravenous Monster
That cruelly licks lives
as dusts does a duster!
Oh! War sprinkles
frightfulness
It invokes ghastliness!
It incites gruesomeness
Past description is its
ugly hideousness!
Oh! War brings
everything to a standstill
Its taste is sour, sound
is shrill!
It inundates the earth
with tears
It besets the atmosphere
with fears!
Oh! War, with its
deafening sounds, blasts the eardrums
It blows incessantly
tumultuous throes storms!
It dictates mass nudity
and shamelessness
It opens up Pandora’s
Box of stinging helplessness!
Oh! War spreads the
venomous spite and malice
It chops Peace into many
a wretched piece!
It dilapidates in a
jiffy age-old masonries
It spills the bins of
limitless miseries!
Oh! War maims,
mutilates, lacerates and cripples
It suffocates,
strangulates and sends gory ripples!
It bleeds, floods and
all values relentlessly finishes
In its vicinity all
Earth’s Mirth fumes and vanishes!
War leaves the survivors
worse than the dead
It snatches their
smiles, sheds, decency and bread!
Most disastrous is its
ravaging and rapacious holocaust
Which turns the Whole
land useless, waste and lost!
O the devilish, deadly
and insensitive war mongers
When will you refrain
yourselves from this Curse?
Let your sagacity be
used for a better, richer Planet
Let your lavish pelf be
used wisely before it is too late!
Let there return the
plundered harmony and serenity
Let there prevail again
tolerance and tranquility
Let the ghosts of
savagery be exonerated forever
Let there flow again a
Perennial Peace River!
* torrential – pouring/
bucketing/heavy
* straits –
canals/channels
* rancorous –
unforgiving/ revengeful
* ravenous – very
hungry/ greedy
* tumultuous – noisy/
disorderly
* throes – death pains/
extreme pains
*dilapidates – pulls
down, stone from stone
* in a jiffy - in a
moment/ in a minute
* lacerates – tears, *
strangulates – suffocates
* gory - violent*
ravaging - devastating
*rapacious –
voracious, * mongers - dealers
* holocaust – a huge
slaughter or destruction of life
* sagacity - wisdom, *
lavish - plentiful
*savagery – uncivilized
condition
*pelf – money/riches (
in a bad sense)
* exonerated –
freed
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CONFUSION
Lack of comprehension
creates confusion
Lack of conviction creates
confusion
Lack of perception
creates confusion
Lack of realization
creates confusion.
Confusion leads to
silent irritation
Confusion leads to
hidden agitation
Confusion leads to an
unspoken botheration
Confusion leads to a
suppressed frustration.
Confusion breeds anxiety
and apprehension
Confusion breeds
depression and trepidation
Confusion breeds dismay
and consternation
Confusion breeds
nervousness and perturbation.
Let’s overcome confusion
for self-satisfaction
Let’s cultivate
transparency for blithe exultation
Let’s nurture candour
for a merry exhilaration
Let’s transcend
confusion for a sure emancipation.
Let’s replace sour
confusion with sweet fruition
Let frankness remove a
throbbing menacing tension
Let confusion, instead,
inspire us for a bold solution
Let’s all erase
confusion phobia from our mind’s lexicon.
Let’s neither confuse
nor be confused for mutual gain
Let’s all be confusion
free, conscientious and sane
Let’s dodge an imminent,
but avoidable bane
Let’s try our utmost for
the reign of a blissful brain.
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Dear friends, this is the
peak time for picnic
Let’s decide a more
befitting spot, and pick
All that is needed to
make our outing enjoyable.
Let’s make it for life
time sweet and memorable.
Let’s start early to
have enough time for sightseeing
Let’s do select a chorus
that will amuse all and sing
Let’s carry a cook who
can feed us full and well
Let’s not litter the
spot and turn it ugly and pale.
Let’s all say ‘no’ to
the dangerous drugs and addictions
Let’s not be causes for
others’ headaches and vexations.
Let this picnic write a
new and happy chapter in life
Let our picnic of life
be a more praise-worthy strife.
Let’s rejoice ourselves
and let others relish as much fun.
Let’s all prepare for a
safe, sound and impressive return.
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YOU CAN SURELY BEAT THE
GRAVE
Do stretch the hands of
help to the poor
Do sweeten their lives
tortured and sour.
Do cater to the needs of
the needy
Do leave the company of
the greedy.
Be the props of the
crippled and the lame
Avoid all that showers
ignominious shame.
Quit the queue that runs
after name and fame
Play honestly and
heroically this life’ game.
Be a kerchief for
someone’s tears
Be Lord Ram’s squirrel
to gift cheers.
Be as generous as the
king Harischandra
Be as kind as the great
Rain god Indra.
Dig not a ditch ever for
other
Be for the thirsty a
cool pitcher.
Be for the diseased a
supporting stretcher
Be not a mean, malicious
and selfish creature.
Flow, like the Ganga,
your munificence
Bear, like the coconut
shell, all essence.
Be unperturbed like the
tolerant mountain
Spread joy in others’
life like a fountain.
Refresh your aura with
the scent of noble deeds
Sow in the fallow lands
your virtue action seeds.
Bury your corpse of
vicious and hateful habits
In life, only a
diligent, triumphs, never defeats.
Be softer than heavenly
flowers
Be fresher than
spontaneous showers.
Be sweeter than
delicious honey
Be more precious than
magical money.
Be not ever a pestering
insect
Be not prone to detect
others’s defect.
Be ever kind like
Kindness to all
You can surely beat the
grave, my pal mortal.
Ref. courtesy: Google
*Lord Ram’s squirrel -
Lord Rama and his army of monkeys were preparing for war with Ravana.
Rama asked his army to
build the bridge over the sea. Work began at once on a stone bridge.
The monkeys pulled out
rocks and heavy stones from the mountains, and carried them to the sea.
One day, Rama saw a
small brown squirrel going up and down the seashore with little pebbles in his
mouth. He carried the pebbles from the seashore and dropped them into the sea.
Being pleased with the little sqirrel’s love for him, he gently stroked the
back of the squirrel with his fingers, and three lines appeared where the
Lord’s fingers had touched it. Then it was believed that the marks on the back
of the squirrels were the marks of Lord Rama’s fingers.
*Harishchandra -
Harishchandra is a legendary Indian king, who appears in several legends in
texts such as Aitareya Brahmana, Mahabharata, the Markandeya Purana, and the
Devi-Bhagavata Purana.The most famous of these stories is the one mentioned in
Markandeya Purana. According to this legend, Harishchandra gave away his
kingdom, sold his family and agreed to be a slave – all to fulfill a promise he
had made to the sage Vishwamitra.
* Rain god Indra - In
the Vedas, Indra is the king of Svarga (Heaven) and the Devas. He is the god of
lightning, thunder, storms, rains and river flows. ... Indra destroys Vritra
and his "deceiving forces", and thereby brings rains and the sunshine
as the friend of mankind
* munificence -
generosity
* pal – friend
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GOD MADE A UNIQUE DEPUTY
CALLED ‘MOTHER
Who can walk on the
burning fire
In order to give birth
to soothing water?
Who can jump into
contaminated mire
If it does, a little bit
for you, matter?
Who can devour
pernicious poison
In order to produce for
you nectar?
Who can woo a
humiliating prison
To fetch you a blissful
heaven?
Who can sling the cursed
Alratross
Boldly for your own
crime and sin?
Who can atone through
penance rigorous
And bear the stings of
the adverse vermin?
Who can hug hunger and
kiss starvation
If it matters a little
for your elation?
Who can befriend eagerly
premature death
If it matters a little
for your health and wealth?
Who can dwell in a
hideous hell
Yet pray for you a
blithe paradise?
Who can fast, to see you
live long and well
Till embraces, for you,
unreluctant demise?
Who can spend endless
sleepless nights
In order to fetch you
boundless delights?
Who can toil like a
never ceaseless stream
In order to materialise
your life’s dream?
None, none is so sweet a
substitue for Her
None, none can, in any
respect, replace Her
None, none can, as She
is, be so close and dear
So, God made a unique
Deputy called “Mother’!
N.M: MY SALUTE TO ALL
THE MOTHERS IN THE WORLD ON THIS AUSPICIOUS ‘MOTHER’S DAY’.
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TIME
TIME is the most
benevolent Begetter
The kindest Mother
The most useful Guide
The most dutiful Torch
Bearer
The cruelest-most
graceful Master
The harshest Deviator
The most impartial
Chastiser
The best Healer
The noblest Teacher
The holiest Preacher
The most infallible
curtain Wrapper
The boldest hearse Carrier
The humblest funeral
Fire
The unique Creator,
Controller and Annihilator…..!
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SONG OF LIFE
My birth is a noble and
decorous mission
I must embrace it with a
humble submission.
I must give up sloth,
comfort and cozy sleep,
Until I reach my goal,
must I sweat and skip.
Mission is a two
syllabic term, easy to pronounce
But, it is as vast as an
ocean, alas! I own not an ounce.
It raptly yearns to pile
virtue; scornful sin renounce,
To serve the needy; not
to as a beast of prey pounce.
It should be a bounteous
tree that gifts all free
That sucks the Sun and
soaks the buffets in glee,
That gives out cool
shade, oxygen, and daily bread
That eagerly provides
service to all in ways myriad.
It should be a strong,
steady, firm and tolerant hill
That is the origin for
countless springs and rivers
That is an inexhaustible
store of Nature’s favours
That is a perennial
donor without a single bill!
It should be a sweet,
diligent and sacrificing bee
Ever in action, never
misuses the valuable life idly,
Collects honey to fill
its hollow, generous hive
Ah! To end its life
without crime being burnt alive.
It should be a lofty and
shining beacon light
That keeps guiding the
directionless in delight,
Unaffected by the
tempests, cyclones or storms
Determined to illuminate
and distribute charms.
It should be the never
shirking and neglectful polestar
A firm believer in duty,
that never alters its altar,
Well-known for its
unique radiance and sincerity
Ever adored for its
equanimity and engaging serenity.
It should be a milch
cow, a symbol of munificence
Born to bear, love and
care with no selfish sense.
Its magnanimous bounty
is really par excellence
The only beast whose
dung bears godly essence.
It should be water, sine
it futile is all beauty creams
Oh! It is omni-present
in all the living organisms.
Yes, being inanimate it
is the force of animation
Ah! A rare boon of
Nature, least is all adulation.
Thus, let life’s song be
sung by a universal chorus
Let life be sublime, and
celestially prosperous
Let life surpass all
other exemplary examples
Let life live for
eternity like unusual samples.
*sine – without
* adulation – adoration
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YOUR BEAUTY
You are indeed gifted
with a lustrous look
Your beauty glistens
like a Moonlit brook.
Your sprightly agility
removes all fragility
In your pleasing
presence flees slyly futility!
Beauty on your cheeks
shines like fresh butter
Beauty on your lips
spurs the love-bird to flutter
Beauty in your glance
enriches every trivial matter
Oh! Who else looks more
beautiful and better?
Beauty in your hair does
tickle, fondle and pamper
Beauty on your chin does
unceasingly mutter
Beauty on your features
does whisper to flatter
What evil spirit is bold
enough to mar it and tamper?
Your beauty enviably
embellishes your love’s heart garden
Yes, beauty sprites like
you transform the earth into an Eden!
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POSTING HERE THE GOLD MEDAL WINNING POEM IN THE GROUP “NUGGETS FROM NATURE” IN
YESTERDAY’S CONTEST. THE TITLE OF THE POEM WAS THE THEME. I THANK M. DAMODAR
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O GOD! LET ME BE A
FLOWER AT THY FEET!
O God! Thou hast blest
me with a wonderful life
A chaste, devout, ever
loving and caring wife,
Gusto, zeal, vigour and
valour to win the cold strife.
Ah! Thou art
Omni-present, and Thy miracle is rife.
Thou hast bestowed on me
Reason to hug virtue and skip sin
Thou hast poured on me
scruples to be noble, and not be mean
Thou hast endowed on me
power to consume for the needy
Thou hast enriched me
with a conscience never to be greedy!
Thou hast gifted me with
unique parents, who brought me here
So that I can, by means
of good deeds, make the world better
Can leave an indelible
footprint by means of your Divine Grace
Can blossom like a
flower to spray peace, and heavenly solace!
But, let me be granted,
O the Ocean of Mercy a last wish!
Let me be a man of
flower to lie at Thy Sacred Lotus feet
And enjoy Thy first
gracious, purifying Glance, a rare treat,
Lest, snared by mundane
mire, I should miss salvation- Bliss!
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LET’S NOT CONNIVE AT OUR
LACUNA
How much sweet and
delectable an apple may be
If it is not edible, it
is sure to decorate a dust bin.
How much strong, sturdy
and robust one may be
One is the feeblest, if
one commits an ignoble sin.
How much physical beauty
one is bestowed with
One is still ugly unless
it is alien to one’s actions.
How much name and fame
one may have gained
It is futile unless one
is devoid of compassions.
What much height one may
ceaselessly scale or soar
One is still at the
bottom unless hearts can’t be reached.
What enlightening and
inspiring sermons one can preach
One is hollow and
jejune, unless they can be practised.
Let’s not then cultivate
what has no everlasting use
Let’s not connive at our
lacunas, lest we should sob profuse!
NB: The plural form of
lacuna is also lacunae
*lacuna – missing or
absence of essence in something
* delectable - delicious
* jejune – immature,
empty
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THE SOLILOQUY OF A
MIRROR
I am a lifeless Mirror,
yet livelier than anyone else
I am eyeless, yet I can
see better than anyone else
I am not a judge, yet my
judgment is unquestionable
I have no brain, yet my
conscience is unfathomable!
I am only an honorary
representative of the Almighty God
I am only a selfless
benefactor to obey the Decree of my Lord
I am only an unbiased
volunteer to serve you dutifully unpaid
Yes, under all
circumstances, I am calm, passive and fully staid!
I have no role in
praising or despising your outward contour
I am to only apprise
whether it is sweet normal or abnormal sour.
So, let me neither be
lavishly eulogized, nor be bitterly censured
Let me not be grimaced,
nor be dotingly hugged with a reward!
Without my free service,
how can you assess your fleshy features
How can you beautify and
embellish you, the mortal creatures?
I am only a detached and
obedient disciple of the great Nature
I wish you all to follow
my untrodden footprints, and nurture.
Listen! There is a
subtle mirror meticulously set in every person.
Have you ever peeped
into to see its impartial manifestation?
It exhibits your Inner
Self in an incredibly explicit fashion,
Follow it every passing
instant for Moksha – your Destination.
* SOLILOQUY – a talking
to oneself, a speech of this nature made by a character in a play
* eulogized – praised
excessively, * grimaced – made a disagreeable face
This poem is inspired by
Sylvia Plath’s poem “Mirror’.
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LABOUR’S FLAVOUR
Dip, dip in the deep
river of labour
Your rigid sins of sloth
and laziness will shiver.
You will be blisfully
blest with Bounty’s favour
You and ‘wants’ will be
easily estranged forever.
Rub, rub the royal
Sandalwood of labour
It will soon the
fragrance of success deliver.
It will make you a
lovely and worthy liver
Lo! It is the panacea to
your painful penury fever.
Stud, stud your life’s
crown with the gems of labour
It will keep dazzling
brightly even in the nights darker.
It will pave your ways
for your perennial Joy’s coronation
From the awful pangs of
bondage it will confer liberation!
Scale, scale the stiff
and steep steps of labour
You are sure to relish
nectaric Salvation’s flavour.
N.B: This poem is
addressed to all the idlers in the world.
COURTESY GOOGLE: May Day
also known as Labour Day or International Workers' Day is celebrated every year
on 1st May. This day is a national holiday in more than 80 countries and also
celebrated unofficially in many other countries.
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LABOUR
Yes, the key to every
success is labour
Fortune smiles on them
who rely on labour.
Deafeat runs away where
reigns only labour
Those are so happy who
do cultivatre labour.
Labour is a sweet nut
beset with a hard nut
Those can relish its flavour
who can crack it well,
But those who shirk it
lament and moan in a hell
Throughout life with a
sour debacle they do dwell.
Labour is mirror like
impartial and just
Its lovers do thrive
while its haters do burst.
Its devotees smile while
its adversaries shed tears
Generously it blesses
all who hug it without fears.
Labour pours on all
peace, prosperity and self-esteem
Labour grants all to
gladly materialize every dream
Labour is the most loyal
friend to one and all
It never lets anyone
lown or lets anyone fall.
Let’s mould the rings of
labour
Let’s wreathe the beads
of labour
Let’s store the wealth
of labour
Let’s shower the aroma
of labour.
Let’s plant the saplings
of labour
Let’s pen down
scriptures of labour
Let’s engrave the
immortality of labour
Let’ chant, “Labour is
our life Savour.”
Let’s feel the dignity
of labour and respect the labourers
Let’s not idle away time
and bribe for undue favours
Let’s all labour to
build a sweet heaven on Earth
Let’s all add meaning
and sense to our unique birth.
N.B: COURTESY GOOGLE:
This poem is dedicated to all the labourers in the world. May Day also known as
Labour Day or International Workers' Day celebrated every year on 1st May. This
day is a national holiday in more than 80 countries and also celebrated
unofficially in many other countries.
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OURS IS A HUMBLE TRIBUTE
TO VINOD KHANNA
Ah! Came to a woeful
close the role of of a dazzling reel-real life
As the all devouring
cancer pierced through you a cruel knife!
A voice of sorcerous
enchantment and amusement hushed forever
An actor and a persona
par excellence will prevail again never!
What a conscientious and
law abiding child you were!
Not to fish petty public
pity and trifling media glare,
You kept your agonizing
malady a top, fail-safe secret
Until your crumbling
fate ultimately collapsed of late!
Yours was surely an
illuminating and illustrious era
That was meticulously
grafted with an awesome aura
That captivated and
mesmerized the viewers all around
Among the dominant Stars
on the stiff, slippery ground!
As a most favoured and
favourite Hero of millions of fans
You stole many hearts
with your inimitable performance.
To have a gifted Star
like you was indeed a golden chance
You were indeed ‘one
piece’, your lofty acting past instance!
Yet, ah! descended all
those who did ascend one day
You were, undoubtedly,
one of many an inoblivious Ray.
May your grand soul rest
in everlasting peace!
How can you know, to
what an extent we do miss?
May many Vinod Khannas,
your clones, take birth on Earth
Else, who will pass your
enviable legacy of spraying mirth?
As Nature’s behest must
be carried out with utmost salute
May you kindly accept
with love ours this ‘Humble Tribute’?
* sorcerous – magical, *
slippery ground – Bollywood
N.B: Courtesy Google:
Vinod Khanna was an Indian actor and producer of Bollywood films. He was the
recipient of two Filmfare awards. He was also an active politician and was the
MP from the Gurdaspur constituency between 1998–2009 and 2014–2017. Wikipedia
Born: 6 October 1946,
Peshawar, Pakistan
Died: 27 April 2017,
Mumbai
Spouse: Kavita Khanna
(m. 1990), Geetanjali Khanna (m. 1971–1985)
Children: Akshaye
Khanna, Rahul Khanna, Sakshi Khanna, Shraddha Khanna
Awards: Filmfare
Lifetime Achievement Award, more
Education: Delhi Public
School, Mathura Road, Barnes School
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TO THE SPRING
O Spring! How high your
highness is unlike me!
Your perpetual
perfection is always at the acme,
Lo! I am lying at the
disgraceful, fathomless bottom.
My mundane mind gives
way to glorify your stardom!
O Spring! How much
transparent and resplendent you are!
Ah! Pretence and
concealment are aliens in your unique realm.
Neither arrogant nor
complacent ever in life you are,
Blessed surely you are
for your invaluable share!
O Spring! At your sight,
my eyes relish immeasurable delight
Your sparks and sparkles
are the marks of a radiant beacon light
May your nectaric touch
reign and prevail on earth forever!
May I be cleansed and
consecrated with your heavenly favour!
May all commonplaces
mingle with you to be like you special!
May your Mercy make the
Earth a Paradise, which is most crucial!
* acme - top
* gives way – fails,
falls back,
* stardom – prominence
* resplendent – bright,
dazzling
*beacon - guiding
light,
* consecrated – made
sacred
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PASS, SURPASS AND
TRESPASS
Those, who pass gifts
generously, are very noble
Those, who pass time
meaningfully, are so insightful
Those, who are experts,
pass the balls to register goals
Those, who fight
sincerely, never lose lives’ struggles.
Those, who are
extraordinary, easily surpass one and all
Those, who are
outstanding, surpass many an adverse fall
Those who are
exceptional surpass every odd and obstacle
Those, who are
remarkable, surpass the mundane Fame of Hall.
Those are poachers, who
illegally trespass others’ property
Those are despots, who
trespass others’s invaluable liberty
Those are beasts who
trespass against morality and humanity
Those who trespass all
ethics give birth to mean irrationality.
O God! Let me never
either surpass or trespass to harass.
Unlike embarrassing
hyacinth, let me my humble life pass.
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Some are ever prone only
to spit on others venom
Some prove nothing but
being an apple of Sodom
Some only vaguely beat
about the bush at random
Some love to inhabit a
hell of bottomless fathom!
Some rejoice only at
others’ painful deterioration
Some too gambol at
others’ unwelcome frustration
Some exhale spite and
malice at others’s renown
Some unduly demand for
an undeserving crown!
Some revel at being
reasons for others’ bleeding gash
Some delight in pushing
others to fall in ditch and splash
Some chuckle to see
others haplessly dash and crash
Some pride in being
evil, hypocritic, diplomatic and rash!
Some dream to pluck the
moon during a sunny day
Some are gloomed if
others are glad and gay
Some, to spoil cuckoos’
melody, bitterly bray
Some learn not from the
buffets of their foul-play!
Some are born only to
burn others’ heard earned joy
Some pose to be gold,
despite being slag and alloy
Some suckle only to
suck, and embrace only to efface
Alas! Some fall prey to
their own made malicious Mess!
Let’s keep ourselves
away from these distracting ‘Some’
Let’s only mind our own
business being rock solid and firm.
Let’s only stick to our
unshakable morals and noble norms
Let’s wait till Time
beats our honest, unbribed victory drums.
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THIS IS MY MISSION
“Oh! Could I be the
great Gandhiji’s a loyal disciple
Could I follow Nelson
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Could I practice Mother
Teresa’ inimitable, selfless service
Could I turn the globe
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A SONNET ON MY BELOVED
You are the richest of
the rich blooms, indeed
You are the rarest seed
of the costliest breed
You are the sweetest
fruit of the noblest deed:
Past commonplace, far
above the mean greed
Born only to bear,
always from the front to lead
With least cravings for
the trifling and trivial need,
Living to foster,
nurture, nourish and caringly feed.
Ah! The loveliest
precedent of the friendship creed!
What a fluke it is be
blessed with your glowing grace
To win your prettiest
heart in a too stiff and tough race
To savour your heavenly
aroma with complete solace
To salute to your
sincerity and loyalty par excellence
To wrap you gently with
my softest, purest Love Lace
And treasure you forever
in my soul’s subtlest Case!
* fluke - stroke of good
luck
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AH! THE WRETCHED
MOUNTAINS
Mountains teach, for
their outward beauty, like the distant Moon
Should not be taken for
granted emotionally and blindly so soon.
Even though they, for
their invaluable gifts, surpass many a boon
Many romantic loons are
hypnotized by the both to sing and croon!
Still, no doubt,
mountains are the throbbing hearts of Nature
They are teemed with
priceless and life sustaining treasure
That is too much for any
worldly calculator to scale and measure
Without mountains, would
have been dried all our sweet pleasure!
Mountains are
undoubtedly the Earth’s biggest water pumps
They store in their
invaluable mines so costly metal lumps.
Manifold and myriad
flora and fauna so gladly dwell there
Their matchless
contributions to the Earth are really rare!
Still, they are not even
spared from the greedy human glare
Days nd nights they do
shed invisible tears and do silently blare,
For, they are brutally
and steadily blasted, cut and murdered
No less than games, they
are the easy preys to be massacred.
They are seared, singed,
sawed and constantly scrubbed
They are looted,
burgled, plundered and pitilessly robbed.
They are beheaded,
executed, blown and blatantly erased
They are, by means of
destructive machines, daily grazed!
They so lovingly all of
us feed, drink and nurture
Oh! We, the disloyal
humans, exploit them and torture!
Unless we change our
trends and mend our brutal nature
Imminently, our lives’
tubes are certainly to puncture!
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SONG OF THE TREES
Ah! We so fondly hug
you,
But, you so cruelly cut
us.
We so warmly suckle you,
But, you so coldly suck
us.
We so dotingly provide
water to you to drink
But, you so callously
dry us to wither and shrink.
We so affectionately
feed your bellies with food,
But, you so relentlessly
fell us and demolish for good.
We so lovingly furnish
you with shade
But, you so devilishly
demolish our shed.
We so tenderly fan you
not to sweat
But, you, in return, so
heartlessly detest us and hate.
We so selflessly supply
timber for your shelter
But, you so
treacherously scare us to stampede helter skelter.
We so nicely embellish
you with lovely flowers
But, you so disdainfully
curse us with cruelty showers.
We take every care so
that you breathe well,
But, you torture us, and
push us to a suffocation hell.
We always try utmost to
keep you healthy and wealthy,
But, you always treat us
worst, mutilate us to be filthy.
Oh! We, most ironically,
give you all invaluable birth,
But, you so frenziedly
try to efface us from the Earth!
Still, like your
oppressed, suppressed, but selfless parents
We mind less about your
ignominious misdemeanour,
Rather, we take pity on
you, for we can’t see you disappear:
How can we behold you in
an imminent, utter disaster?
How can we help sobbing
, finding you wretchedly cry?
How can we rest in peace
viewing you haplessly lie?
How can we heave a sigh
of respite and relief
When we notice you in
the worst hellish grief?
How can we bear with to
watch you wriggle and die?
How can we bid you an
untimely, bitter goodbye?
Still we are baking the
bakes of endless hope
You, our offspring, will
not any more swerve and grope
Will no more turn deaf
ears to our earnest prayer
Will no more be blind to
your grave and fatal blunder
Will no more connive at
your purulent perversion
Will sooner or later
make a better diversion
Will rectify and mend
your contemptible ways
Will treat us as you
treat your parents in their heydays
Will love and care for
us as you nurture your own children
There will be solace,
harmony and normalcy in Nature again
Natural cycles will
revive and stick to their customary course
We will again be the
whole creation’s richest, safest resource
The lost smiles,
laughters and joys will reign as usual, forever
Paradise will descend on
the Earth for sure; this is our song, dear.
* swerve – go astray, *
purulent – like pus,
* perversion – going
away from the right path
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SPRING TIME
Hey! Lo! The vernal
breeze heralds the advent of the Spring
The cuckoos and company
are rehearsing to pipe and sing,
Nature in Her gravid
attire is preparing to wear flowery rings
For, She will host an
imperial Guest, a unique King of kings!
Ah! The sky above is
clear, light and cloudless
The Earth down is full
of peace, bliss and solace,
The pleasant Sun of the
delicious dawn showers coolness
The soothing noon, and
the silvery Moon drain dullness!
The busy humming of the
bees, the upbeat swinging of the trees
The sprightly leaps of
the brooks, the buoyant skips of the Seas,
The floral canopy of the
woods, and gay rides by many a ship
Ejaculate smiles in the
hills, vales and countries on every lip!
Pleased peasants,
oblivious of hardships, feast on their heydays
The newly rapturous
couples blush, gloat, gleam and glaze,
Holi blows the shell of
festive colours ahead of joy and mirth
Yes, Nature gives birth
to a rare Heaven on this mundane Earth!
* vernal – related to
spring season, * gravid – pregnant
* imperial – majestic, *
upbeat – cheerful, *
* buoyant – cheerful,
happy, * ejaculate – spring
* oblivious – forgetful,
* rapturous – overjoyed
* mundane – ordinary
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RELATION
Relation rests upon the
concurrent reciprocity
Relation is built upon
the plinth of honesty
Relation is erected upon
the anvil of integrity
Relation is nurtured by
the pious dish of modesty.
Relation is as precious
as costly diamond jewels
Here no feeling of
superiority or inferiority dwells.
Sacrifice is its
everlasting and perennial Beauty
It is not maintained
merely like a tedious duty.
Relation between hearts
is a lovely conjunction
It is latent in blood,
not in false and vain fashion.
Unshaken longevity is
its pleasing, charming fruition
In its perpetuity lies a
divine, nectaric benediction.
Let’s all adhere to an
unalloyed, dignified relation
It is to all gaps, an
isthmus, a, sweet, benefic solution.
* concurrent – agreeing
, * tedious – dull, boring
* fruition – completion,
* perpetuity - time without end
* benediction –
blessing, * isthmus – a neck of land
connecting two larger
portions, *benefic – favourable
©Shankar D Mishra
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THE MAGICAL EFFECTS OF
CHANTING ‘RAM NAM’
A sincere and devout
chanting of ‘Ram Nam’
With Its refurbishing
and Panacean Charm;
Destroys the devil
forces deep-rooted in man
Eliminates the evil
powers inherent in man.
It kills his cancerous
and destructive propensity
It annihilates his
odious and heinous anxiety
It pulverizes his
intoxicating and lusty passions
It chars his rusty,
harmful and eroding emotions.
It beatifies the chanter
with a heavenly beatitude and bliss
It bestows him oceans of
perennial ambrosia and Peace
It showers upon him a
cascade of everlasting serenity
It purifies a mean
monster into a master of morality.
Thus, let the nectaric
chanting of ‘Ram Nam’ bless one and all
Let It lead all to the
path of ‘Moksha’, birth’s Ultimate Goal.
This gold medal wining
poem in the SPIRITUAL POETRY FOR ALL GROUP, was dedicated to Lord Shri Ram on
the holy occasion of Ram Navmi.
©Shankar D Mishra
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I
I am ever prone to
finding an easy shortcut to success
Skilled at, by hook or
by crook, winning the race!
I am ever susceptible to
relish and enjoy blood and flesh
Rash and reckless to
roam untying my Conscience’s Lace!
I am adroit at
blossoming pseudo and spurious smiles
Peerless in practising
many gullible and devious guiles
Accustomed to playing
the ignoble and vile
Pretending, after two
scores of age, to be still puerile!
I am efficient in
barnishing untruth and wrong
Well-accomplished in
coining broken a prose a sweet song
Shrewd and wily to hoodwink
all including myself
Diplomatic enough to
define exploitation as a new pelf!
I am well-versed with
practising inconceivable pretence
Talented enough to win
not only hearts but also credence
Deft and trained to make
hay even in the heavy rains
A professional to muster
gains even without any pains!
I am competent in
accomplishing enticing conceits
A master craftsman in
cultivating delicious deceits
Under all circumstances
fully adaptable and fit
Than a philanthropic
Samaritan more a little bit!
I can overshadow anyone
in tactics and treachery
Supersede effortlessly
anyone in obnoxious lechery!
I am more clean and tidy
in culpable perjury
A commendable artist in
unusual forgery!
I am flawless and
infallible in base bewitchery
Heartless and boastful
in savage butchery
Bent, lent and indulgent
in worst debauchery
Oh! World famous for my
foolproof witchery!
In changing colours, I
can beat an unbeatable chameleon
You can find me only one
in an innumerable trillion!
I am Modern Time’s the
superlative scion
I am the concrete
jungle’s pet, loving Lion!
I am learned to extract
cream from stagnant water
I am efficient in
churning from catchy words butter
In cunningness I am
smarter than the smartest
Trust me, I am the
matchless traitor in every respect!
I am better a preacher
than a desirable practitioner
I can hardly be stunned
albeit an incredible stunner
I can surpass the
shrewdest diplomats in diplomacy
Yes, no better
hypocrites can equal me in hypocrisy!
I am really sad to say,
“Glad to meet you!”
I am really glad to bid,
“Sad to see off you!”
I am really pained to
pronounce, “Pinnacle be with you!”
I am really thankless to
wish, “I am so much thankful to you!”
Oh! I can swim like fish
over the fresh dawn’s dew
I am the oldest,
cheapest wine in the costliest bottle new
I am an honest human
being though all my debts are overdue
O that! I could truly
determine my intricate “I’s” Real Hue!
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inspired by Dasharath Naik Sir’s poem “I SANS ME’. Thank u Dasharath Sir for
inspiring me.
* devious – tricky/
tricky
*two scores – twenty
plus twenty
* puerile –
childish/immature
* bewitchery – the power
to control natural forces through supernatural means
* butchery – savage
killing of a large number of people/animals
* debauchery – excessive
indulgent in sex, alcohol or drugs
*witchery – the use of
supernatural powers to influence or predict events
* albeit – although
©Shankar D Mishra
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THE SOLILOQUY OF A
MIRROR
I am a lifeless Mirror,
yet livelier than anyone else
I am eyeless, yet I can
see better than anyone else
I am not a judge, yet my
judgment is unquestionable
I have no brain, yet my
conscience is unfathomable!
I am only an honorary
representative of the Almighty God
I am only a selfless
benefactor to obey the Decree of my Lord
I am only an unbiased
volunteer to serve you dutifully unpaid
Yes, under all
circumstances, I am calm, passive and fully staid!
I have no role in
praising or despising your outward contour
I am to only apprise
whether it is sweet normal or abnormal sour.
So, let me neither be
lavishly eulogized, nor be bitterly censured
Let me not be grimaced,
nor be dotingly hugged with a reward!
Without my free service,
how can you assess your fleshy features
How can you beautify and
embellish you, the mortal creatures?
I am only a detached and
obedient disciple of the great Nature
I wish you all to follow
my untrodden footprints, and nurture.
Listen! There is a
subtle mirror meticulously set in every person.
Have you ever peeped
into to see its impartial manifestation?
It exhibits your Inner
Self in an incredibly explicit fashion,
Follow it every passing
instant for Moksha – your Destination.
* SOLILOQUY – a talking
to oneself, a speech of this nature made by a character in a play
* eulogized – praised
excessively, * grimaced – made a disagreeable face
This poem is inspired by
Sylvia Plath’s poem “Mirror’.
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DIVINE CRAZE
Lo! As a small patch of
cloud devours
Effortlessly the
grotesque, glazing Sun
Reducing His ardent
light, pilfers life rendering powers
Making Him dull, drab
and invisible sans precaution;
Yields a millions of
eclipses, darker than black clouds
A divine defiance;
beckons ruins, and progress shrouds!
O God how much one may
have affluence
But, but for Thy divine,
efficacious Grace
One lives in penury,
scarcity and indigence,
Confined to rot inside
the Interminable Fence !
Hence, O God! Please
thicken my beliefs in Thee
More than the roots of a
tree that grasps to the soil.
Grant me peace, serenity
and beatitude ineffably
Come may storms or
quakes, calmly Thou wilt foil!
* Interminable Fence –
the mundane earth
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.04.2017
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VIRTUE
Being the sap of one’s
life is a virtue
Being the smile on one’s
lips is a virtue
Being the key to one’s
success is a virtue
Being the steps to one’s
prosperity is a virtue.
Being the legs of the
lame is a virtue
Being the eyes of the
blind is a virtue
Being the ears of the
deaf is a virtue
Being the laps of the
orphans is a virtue.
Being the beds for the
fatigued is a virtue
Being the books for the
illiterate is a virtue
Being the camels of the
desert is a virtue
Being the supports of
the neglected is a virtue.
Being the hope-rays of
the despaired is a virtue
Being the balms of the
wounded is a virtue
Being the oars of the
voyagers is a virtue
Being the guides of the
misguided is a virtue.
Providing the thirsty
with water is a virtue
Feeding the hungry
stomachs is a virtue
Helping the needy and
destitute is a virtue
Caressing one’s just
emotions is a virtue.
Providing shade to the
sunburnt is a virtue
Providing umbrellas over
the wet is a virtue
Providing shelters to
the homeless is a virtue
Providing shame-covers
to the naked is a virtue.
Standing by the
oppressed is a virtue
Shouldering the loads of
the weak is a virtue
Showing the ways to the
straying is a virtue
Wiping the tears of the
tortured is a virtue.
Speaking the Truth
boldly is a virtue
Helping the helpless
willingly is a virtue
Listening to the voice
of the unheard is a virtue
Being the kind tone of
the dumb is a virtue.
Spreading sweet harmony
is a virtue
Weaving the garments of
peace is a virtue
Wreathing the bouquets
of friendship is a virtue
Planting the saplings of
co-operation is a virtue.
Breezing the winds of
affinity is a virtue
Raising the issues of
the neglected is a virtue
Watering the plants of
loyalty is a virtue
Plucking the fruit of
perspiration is a virtue.
Suckling the motherless
children is a virtue
Raining in the arid
region of poverty is a virtue
Sharing the knowledge
with the untaught is a virtue
Lighting the lamps of
enlightenment is a virtue.
Removing the carcasses
of dead habits is a virtue
Dusting the grimes of
ill-thoughts is a virtue
Effacing the ugly faces
of vice is a virtue
Refining the thoughts
and actions is a virtue.
Shining the hearts of
filth is a virtue
Wearing the garlands of
honesty is a virtue
Clearing one’s path of
mission is a virtue
Hoarding the gems of
integrity is a virtue.
Taking pity on the
deserved is a virtue
Assuaging one’s pain and
pang is a virtue
Living happily for
others is a virtue
Consoling the suffered
hearts is a virtue.
Fostering the forlorn is
a virtue
Buttressing the tumbling
is a virtue
Lifting the down trodden
is a virtue
Establishing peace in
society is a virtue.
Not seeing the evils is
a virtue
Not hearing to the evils
is a virtue
Not dealing in the evils
is a virtue
Not dealing with the
evils is a virtue.
Not befriending
injustice is a virtue
Not thinking ill of
others is a virtue
Not accepting bribes is
a virtue
Not yielding to the temptations
is a virtue.
Not injecting violence
is a virtue
Not stealing or cheating
is a virtue
Not lying or fabricating
is a virtue
Not being cruel and
brutish is a virtue.
Not gambling, smoking or
drinking is a virtue.
Not pretending or
feigning is a virtue
Not digging ditches for
others is a virtue
Not killing the innocent
is a virtue.
Not being jealous is a
virtue
Not shirking duty is a
virtue
Not idling away time is
a virtue
Not commiting sin is a
virtue.
Not being greedy and
malicious is a virtue
Not misusing science is
a virtue
Not taking one’s
advantage is a virtue
Not being guided by
vicious ideas is a virtue.
Not discriminating is a
virtue
Not deteriorating is a
virtue
Not depraving is a
virtue
Not degrading is a
virtue.
Not perverting is a virtue
Not seducing is a virtue
Not hurting one’s
feelings is a virtue
Not massacring the
masses is a virtue.
Not envying is a virtue
Not showing off is a
virtue
Not betraying is a
virtue
Not preying is a virtue.
Not back-biting is a
virtue
Not swerving from the
noble path is a virtue
Not breaching the code
of conduct is a virtue
Not violating women’s
modesty is a virtue.
Not encouraging
corruption is a virtue
Not promoting human
trafficking is a virtue
Not enslaving others is
a virtue
Not playing with one’s
life is a virtue.
Not proliferating lethal
arms is a virtue
Not waging wars is a
virtue
Not adulterating
anything is a virtue
Not choking common sense
is a virtue.
Not misusing natural
resources is a virtue
Not contributing to
pollution is a virtue
Not believing in
oppression is a virtue
Not instigating
exploitation is a virtue.
Not suffocating morality
is a virtue
Not endangering humanity
is a virtue
Not engendering
illegality is a virtue
Not encouraging
partiality is a virtue.
Not desecrating
shrines is a virtue
Not profaning lands is a
virtue
Not defiling water
bodies is a virtue
Not throttling Nature is
a virtue.
Not crippling
sensitivity is a virtue
Not slaughtering
sensibility is a virtue
Not imprisoning
Conscience is a virtue
Not doing the opposites
of virtues is a virtue.
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.03.2017
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CURIOSITY
Ask a writer what
curiosity is,
When his first creation
is successfully published.
Ask a scientist what
curiosity is,
When his invention or
discovery is well accomplished.
Ask a lover what
curiosity is,
When his beloved accepts
his love, and is pleased.
Ask a player what
curiosity is,
When his feats make his
mates elated; his rivals teased.
Ask a maiden what
curiosity is,
When she is engaged to
her sweet man.
Ask a lady what
curiosity is,
When she gives birth to
a baby new born.
Ask a student what
curiosity is,
When he tops the list of
the examinees.
Ask an employee what
curiosity is,
When he draws the first
remuneration of his.
Ask an artiste what
curiosity is,
When the audience
applauds him with standing ovation.
Ask a C.M or P.M what
curiosity is,
When he wins, in the
House, a no-confidence Motion.
Ask a newly married
bride what curiosity is,
When she is hugged and
loved first time by her Endymion.
You ask yourself what
curiosity is,
When you are declared
only a one piece in a million.
Ask a farmer what
curiosity is,
When his salty sweats
yield sweet, golden beads.
Ask a lawyer what
curiosity is,
When he acquits his
client after he flawlessly pleads.
Ask a teacher what
curiosity is,
When he sincerely shapes
and moulds a society’s Fate.
Ask a doctor what
curiosity is,
When his efforts
eventually win over an imminent death.
Ask a beggar what
curiosity is,
When he is fed with rice
and dal to his heart’s content.
Ask a child what
curiosity is,
When he is gifted with
candies and teddies to his consent.
Ask parents what
curiosity is,
When their children
become role models for others.
Ask a country what
curiosity is,
When her people glorify
the honour and dignity of Hers.
Ask Mother Nature what
curiosity is,
When Her treasuries are
used for Universal peace.
Ask a divine seeker what
curiosity is,
When he is blessed with
eternal, ecstatic Bliss.
Ask a lovely bud what
curiosity is,
When it grows to be a
blossom, and is kissed by butterflies.
Ask a shower what curiosity
is,
When its soothing touch
does a parched earth please.
Ask the Spring what
curiosity is,
When It turns with Its
magic the world into a Paradise.
Ask a day what curiosity
is,
When night recedes and
the Sun danwns with a light prize.
Ask a bird what
curiosity is,
When the cage is open,
and its owner is fast asleep.
Ask a calf what
curiosity is,
When it is set free to
go to its mother and her udders sip.
Ask a gardener what
curiosity is,
When his garden smiles
and rejoices in the breeze.
Ask a night what
curiosity is,
When the Full Moon
scintillates the hills, planes and seas.
Ask Duty-Deity what
curiosity is,
When He is embraced with
love, devotion and praise.
Ask Life what curiosity
is,
When It attains sweet
Salvation, Its Ultimate Wage.
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THIS IS THE WORLD
The whole world is an
enigmatic stage
All humans are the
actors here to play:
Some role for censure,
and others for praise
Some make others sad,
some make others gay.
Some here play the
jovial, jocular clowns
Others do act to wear
dazzling crowns.
Some are only to
flutter, fret and frown
Others play to go up and
some to go down.
Some are kind enough to
wipe others’ tears
Others are cruel to
endanger; arouse fears.
Some are adorned with
love and cheers
Others are armoured with
powders and spears.
Some are glad to live
for others
Others are glad to live
on others.
Some are glad to give,
donate and sacrifice
Others are glad to suck
as leeches and lice.
Some are plain, honest,
erudite and pious
Others are knotty,
ungrateful and ambitious.
Some are props of the
crippled and the needy
Others cripple others,
for they are too greedy.
Some are philanthropic,
and light like feathers
Others are bent upon
digging ditches for others.
Some gift, sweeten and
delight as honey-hives
Others steal, rob and
kill to lead selfish lives.
Some extend
co-operations and pay off others’ loans
Others unlawfully seize,
snap and grab others’ thrones.
Some live as if they
were great heavens for others
Others exist as if they
were worse than a curse.
Some make a Chair known
with their own Unique Presence
Others come to be known
due to a Unique Chair’s Essence.
Some live as if they
were to die like bubbles and disappear
Others die as if they
were to live like stars to shine and appear.
N.B: This poem is
inspired by Shakespeare’s poem “All the World Is a Stage”. I am happy to post
this poem on the WORLD THEATRE DAY.
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.03.2017
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HOW CAN THIS WORLD BE
MADE A HEAVEN?
This is so vast, rare
and unique a world;
Gifted with rich mines
of platinum, diamond and gold
Replete with lakes,
springs, rivers, seas and oceans
Teemed with beautiful
plants, creatures and mountains
Bestowed with miraculous
science, technology and brains
Endowed with magical
bikes, cars, buses, trains and planes!
Amenities are abundantly
available at finger tips
Space is conquered by
spacecrafts; water by ships.
Comfort, luxury and
pleasure are accumulated in heaps
Tickets are booked before
months for long distance trips
Diseases are disabled by
novel, Nobel Researches
The world beyond is
fetched in a jiffy by Net searches!
Yet, all the aforesaid
are only for the privileged men
What does it matter to
the poor, deprived children?
Do the deserts gain, if
in the water bodies, it rains?
What do they gain if the
Poles are cooled with fans?
Today, million stomachs
are yet to be adequately fed
Today, million shelters
are yet to be inevitably made
Today, million minds are
yet to be indispensably taught
Today, million bitter
battles are yet to be bravely fought
Today, million forests
are yet to be imperatively planted
Today, million wants are
yet to be benevolently granted
Today, million wounds
are yet to be successfully healed
Today, million perpetrators
are yet to be nabbed and stilled
Today, million men are
yet to be saved from being cruelly killed
Today, million
corruption cases are yet to be effaced and nilled
Today, million harmful
ozone holes are yet to be urgently mended
Today, million culprits
are yet to be duly punished and reprimanded
Today, million
anti-humans are yet to be boldly, immediately jailed
Today, million innocent
captives are yet to be released and bailed
Today, million pending,
teasing issues are yet to be sensibly settled
Today, million puzzles
are yet to be correctly solved and fizzled
Today, million dark
clouds are yet to be removed and unloomed
Today, million smiles
are yet to be blossomed and bloomed
Today, million under
nourished engines are yet to be driven
Then only can this world
be made for all a blissful a Heaven.
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O GOD! I SEEK THY COMPANY.
O God!
A dusty figure I am,
A rusty bone I am,
A lusty spirit I am,
A frosty entity I am!
O God!
An insane omnivore I am,
An unintelligible enigma
I am,
An unpredictable
uncertainty I am,
An utter tomfool
existence I am!
O God!
A groping wayfarer I am,
A wrecking voyager I am,
A plumeless flyer I am,
A sure to perish bubble
I am!
O God!
Whatsoever may be I,
I seek Thy Company when
I die…..
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29.06.2018SKIN
If this is the same
unnoticed skin,
That did once
glitteringly shine,
Did play seductive
pantomimes,
Did recite unheard
impulsive rhymes:
To excite irrational
passion,
To ignite swerving
emotion,
To ramify riotous
revolution,
To register drastic
devolution,
To kindle rash equine
sensation,
To dwindle the sweet
Salvation!
But, why does it now
fail,
When rugged, withered
and frail:
As odious as an ugly
reptile slough,
As disdainful as a dead,
decomposed claw,
To retain the past
mesmerizing magic,
To withstand Nature’s
fool-proof logic?
Alas! It now succumbs to
dejection and decadence,
Forced to flee in quest
of an unobtrusive bushy fence!
Glossary:
seductive – alluring for
lust or sensual activity
pantomimes – the art or
technique of conveying emotions, actions, feelings, etc., by gestures without
speech
impulsive – reckless/guided
by impulses
rhymes - poems
excite - stimulate
irrational -
unreasonable
passion –
excitement/strong feeling
ignite - set fire to
swerving – going astray/
leaving the moral path
emotion - feeling
ramify - increase
riotous – uncontrolled/
rebellious
revolution – revolt/
rebellion
register - record
drastic - extreme
degradation – going on
the wrong path
kindle – stimulate/ fire
up
rash - careless
equine – related to the
sexual intensity of horses
sensation – exciting
feeling
dwindle – decrease/
decrease
rugged - rough
withered –
dried/shrunken
frail - weak
odious - hateful/foul
smelling
reptile - snake
slough – skin of a snake
disdainful –
scornful/hateful
decomposed – rotten/
decayed
retain – keep/ maintain
mesmerizing – thrilling/
exciting
withstand - endure
fool-proof – perfect/
infallible
succumbs - gives way/
surrenders
dejection – depression/
misery
decadence – process of
falling into an inferior condition or state/decay/deterioration
flee - run away
in quest of - looking
for
unobtrusive – not
drawing attention/unnoticed/unremarkable
bushy fence – a hiding
place, away from the public notice
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SIMPLE MEN
Simplicity is good men’s
food,
Humility is their unique
hood.
They are neither hypocritical
nor proud,
Their honest deeds speak
for them aloud.
Prick they never in life
anyone,
They are never a
piercing thorn.
They are not at all a
chameleon,
Whether it is noon, dusk
or dawn.
They stick to their
business own,
To controversy! They are
never prone.
They never grumble,
growl and groan,
They lend others, but
never take a loan.
Silence is their
mightiest weapon,
Tolerance is their
unusual royal gown,
Divine grace is their
costly crown,
Let’s bow at them and
hug them as own.
They are the genuine
gems on Earth,
They alone enjoy
unalloyed mirth.
Let’s all abide by their
peaceful path,
To make our base life
full of worth.
They never ever spew
heinous venom,
They are never ever an
apple of Sodom.
Their noble thoughts are
never slanted,
Ah! They should not be
taken for granted.
They are the true
Kinsmen of kind Nature,
Who serves Love, sucks
torturous rancour.
Whoever will their
sublime virtues nurture,
Will surely live even
after sad sepulchre.
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07.01.2018
WHOM TO TRUST?
Ah! A pathetic and
piteous voice, the Class Teacher heard,
While he was teaching
Chemistry in the second period!
It was Karun who, like a
swishing and swelling flood,
Raised his delirious and
uneasy head gradually upward!
Then, the Teacher,
saying, “What is the matter, my dear?”
Approached the ever
innocent and sobbing pupil near!
As soaked and blotted
his written papers with his bitter beads of tear,
Said he, “Sir, intense
is my Stomach-ache, ouch! I am unable to bear!”
Melting like the soft
butter by Karun’s stomach-ache drama heat,
Teacher did caress his
back and give him a New Guest’s Treat!
Without any home-work,
teacher instantly sent Karun home,
But, little did he
guess, Karun’s only remedy was Google Chrome!
Karun’s disease remained
an unnoticed and unsuspected mystery,
Until he disclosed to
Varun, while Meeta Mam was teaching History!
The shocking and
sickening fact fast circulated far and wide like wild fire,
“Whom to trust?” then
murmured to himself, the gaping Chemistry Sir!
Glossary:
Swishing – hissing/
whistling
Delirious –
restless/convulsive
Google Chrome – here,
Video Games
Gaping - looking with
wide open mouth, as in wonder
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O GOD! MAY EVERYONE BE
AT LEAST A SAGE!
O God! You are the only
Ultimate Judge:
Who is ever cent percent
correct, right and impartial,
Who can never be bribed
to deviate or unreasonably budge,
Who is ever cent percent
just, and zero percent superficial!
O God! You are the only
Absolute Power:
That is ever beyond the
stain and stigma of perversion,
That is ever much above
any touch of blasphemous mire,
That is ever past any
influenced or questionable discrimination?
O God! You are the only
Unblinking and Unbiased Eyes:
That can, every nook and
corner of the Universe, visualize!
What is so pious as
They; so judicious, conscientious and wise?
Who can, Their greatness
and grandeur, ever measure or surmise?
O God! May all Your
children love and follow in Your Ways!
Yes, none can be You;
but, “May everyone be at least a Sage!”
May all remember, “Man
lives by deeds, and not by days,
Virtue, and not nice, in
the long run, without fail, fully pays!”
Glossary:
Budge - move
Blasphemous – profane/
offensive/ improper
Perversion –
distortion/following in immoral ways
Surmise - guess/assume
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A NEW YEAR WISH……..
O God! May pure Love
replace hatred and rancour,
May its powerful grip,
the whole World, conquer,
May it unmask its
vicious and venomous adulterators,
May it jubilate on the
perishing Graves of the Perpetrators!
O God! May pearly Peace
replace violence rampant,
May it, in the long run,
be the only indomitable Triumphant,
May violence be
ostracized, and pushed into a deadly isolation,
May it fetch one and
all, from all pangs, a lasting Liberation!
O God! May nectaric
Humanity replace ugly inhumanity in society,
May sweet
self-confidence be a substitute for fear, horror and anxiety,
May never hard work,
honesty, trust and loyalty be sorely slapped,
May never Justice be
badly gagged, or Innocence be sadly trapped!
O God! May all the above
prevail in the World to bring Heaven down,
May everyone be blessed
with sound health, wealth and a Rights’ Crown!
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inspired by a ‘New Year’ message sent to me by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Sir, (on
16.12 2017) one of the best critics on my poems so far. Thank u, sir for your
inspiring message.
Glossary:
Rancour – bitterness
Conquer – rule
Unmask – make
open/public
Vicious - inhuman
Venomous - poisonous
Adulterators –those who
make impure by adding inferior materials or elements to pure materials or
elements
Jubilate – feel or show
great joy over a victory
Perishing – disappearing
Perpetrators – the
persons responsible for evil deeds
Rampant – widespread
Indomitable - who cannot
be dominated or defeated
Triumphant - successful,
Ostracized –
disliked/driven out of the locality
Isolation - loneliness
Gagged – choked
Prevail – succeed/rule
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IF I WERE A TREE ......
Were I a sweet
black-berry nut tree
Standing restive on the
strand of a river;
A sweet repository for
many a bird and bee
Smug I would be to
flourish my favour!
All, except the
inanimate, would be my exhilarating guests
Dawns, noons, dusks and
nights would be busy
Hospitalising all sans
hostility and sans rests
Satiate I would like a
Mother selflessly crazy.
Fishes beneath me
wouldn’t go unrelished
Also, when all would
enjoy a never ending feast,
Fanning of the breezes
would have embellished
The chirps, humming and
fluttering on my cosy breast.
But, if not I am, at
present in reality so,
Should I not try my
utmost to do an ounce
Of my fancy’s part
before it does go
Baseless as the modern
ministers pronounce?
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24.12.2017
DO IDENTITIES REALLY
MATTER?
When I was born,
I was for my parents a
son,
For my elder brothers
and sisters, a younger brother,
For my uncles and aunts,
a nephew, a cousin, or any other.
I was also a grandson
for my grandparents.
When I went to school, I
was one of the students
Whom my teachers loved,
guided and taught.
After my college
studies, to be a good teacher I fought.
First, I was known as a
tutor, then a lecturer.
For a few and myself
hitherto a petty poet in Oriya and English.
When I married, I became
a husband to my wife, my picture
Was addressed in many
different names then since.
When comes down my
descendant
A father will be called,
by him or her or them, I
When he or she or they
marry, a father-in-law, they will chant
For the child of the
child, a grandfather, if be under the sky.
Albeit, from the cradle
to the grave an innumerable names I take,
My extraneous identity
often varies, but the Self is not fake.
It takes its forms
corresponding to its past, present action,
So, whatever they call
me, I must first be a being human.
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23.12.2017
N.B: This poem was
written in 2003 when I married and was yet to be a father.
IF PRIDE COMES
If pride of position
comes,
Look at the infinite
sky.
If pride of success
comes,
Look at the humble,
generous tree.
If pride of erudition
comes,
Look at the deep,
enlightening Vedas.
If pride of Beauty
comes,
Look at the ever lasting
Truth.
If pride of affluence
comes,
Look at the abundant,
magnanimous Lord Kuvera.
If pride of life comes,
Look at the all
devouring Death.
If pride of vigour
comes,
Look at the decay and
decadence.
If pride of devotion
comes,
Look at the exemplary
bhakta Prahallad or Hanuman.
If pride of friendship
comes,
Look at Lord Krishna and
Sudama.
If pride of service
comes,
Look at the angelic,
philanthropic Mother Teresa.
If pride of borbearance
comes,
Look at the Great,
tolerant Himalayas.
If pride of purity
comes,
Look at the Holy, Sacred
Ganges .
If pride of kindness
comes,
Look at the ever
bounteous Mother Earth.
If pride of generosity
comes,
Look at the Epic-hero
Harischandra.
If pride of dedication
comes,
Look at your ever benevolent
Parents.
Then you will see,
Pride will automatically
freeze into footling zero.
N.B:- Vedas – the
Hindu religious books; Lord Kuvera - the Hindu god of wealth; Bhakta Prahallad
and Hanuman.– in the Hindu mythology, the devotees of Lord Nrusingha and Lord
Sri Ram respectively; Lord Krishna – in the Hindu mythology the incarnation of
Lord Vishnu and Sudama,His sincerest devotee; Harischandra- an Indian king
known for his extreme generous nature
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20.12.2017
ILLUSION
When illusion looms
menacingly over the weak mind,
The infirm latter can
see neither future nor past hind.
Alas! It gropes in the
thick dark of confusion to stumble,
And falls finally a prey
to woefully groan, grumble and rumble.
When the gullible mind
is engulfed by illusion,
It hankers after a
vague, shadowy hallucination.
Relinquishing the path
of truth and reality, Pursues It a perplexed course of fatal futility.
When the wretched mind
is dictated by illusion,
Swayed by Its base and
baneful inclination,
Heads It towards a
destructive destination,
To end up with remorse,
repentance and moan.
Thus, O the willful,
insane and obdurate human,
Shun It soon to attain
sweet, salvaged salvation.
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20.12.2017
WHAT IS THIS? O LOVE,
TELL ME!
Madness maddens me,
When, in a realm of
fantasy, I dream of you!
Sadness saddens me,
When a gulf of
separation is between me and you!
Gladness gladdens me,
When I find myself in
the blithe company of you!
Restlessness entraps me,
When misunderstanding
creeps in between me and you!
Is it a sublime soul’s
reasonable rhyme,
An uncontrollable
mind's lusty carnal crime,
A crazy caprice’s
audible pantomime,
A hallucinative whim’s
temporary grime,
A raw reverie’s youthful
slime
Or, it is only the
ultimate behest of Time?
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17.12.2017
DESTINY AND DESTINATION
What is unforeseen, not
preplanned and unavoidable,
What is beyond the
control of human any,
What had been, what is
and what will be inevitable,
Is pretty commonly
considered “Destiny’!
What can be fancied,
planned and controlled at will before,
What is called a
predetermined Journey, to reach a desired station,
What is associated with
the outcome bearing upon the endeavour,
Is a universally deemed
perception as “Destination”!
To me, interrelated are
the Destiny and Destination,
Part and parcel are the
Destiny and Destination,
Inseparable are the
Destiny and Destination,
Visibly invisible are
the “Destiny and Destination”!
Let’s have a deep,
subtle and Supra-mudane deliberation,
So that we can deduce an
apter and more reasonable conclusion!
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SOME TIPS TO BE AN IDEAL
TEACHER
Yeah, education is an
illuminating garden of enlightenment
Where grow the student
saplings into full-fledged human tress
Being nourished,
cherished and guided by the teacher gardeners ardent
Who instill knowledge
sustenance, basic human values into them breeze.
A true teacher is he who
like an efficient physician
Detects the grasping,
assimilating periphery of the pupils
Renouncing his/her ego
climbs down to their levels of perception
Like the bounteous
Nature dispels doubts, requirements fulfills.
A teacher’s solemn duty
is to energize, invigorate and elevate
The students to the apex
by sharing his hard hoarded acquisition,
Transform an average
student to one resplendently bright
And a bright learner to
a brilliant one by selfless inculcation.
Mustering mastery over
own subject, maintaining self discipline
A teacher can surely be
ideal, unique and indubitably divine.
Copy Right: Shankar d
Mishra: 11.12.2016
LET’S BE SAFEGUARDED BY
THE DETACHED AND DESIRELESS NETS!
Oh! The lusty Mosquitoes
of nasty desires ever rush around,
Like the uncalled-for,
intrusive, invasive and irksome gusts,
To pierce their sharp,
blood-hungry tongues, annoy and confound,
Until their victims are
stealthily sucked by them, the loathsome pests!
Yes, they do not have
any Sense of Person, Time and Place,
Except for a carnivorous
greed for their quarries’ blood and flesh!
Their nature is to be
ever accompanied by a rigid, frenzied mess,
Alas! They always leave
their preys with an irreparable redress!
For a hale and hearty
life, they must, at all costs, be kept at bay,
As, while the favourable
Sun shines, we make effortlessly useful hay,
Else, we will have to
bleed and suffer much, and too heavily pay,
Until and unless we take
safe preventives, we block the Recovery Ray!
Let’s, thus, always be
safeguarded by the detached and desireless Nets
Or, we can’t fight
against the Mosquitoes to enter the sweet Salvation’s Gates!
Glossary:
Lusty – strong
Uncalled-for – unwelcome
Intrusive – disturbing
Invasive - entering by
force
Irksome - annoying
Confound –
puzzle/bewilder
Stealthily – quietly/
silently
Loathsome - hateful
Carnivorous – living
upon blood and flesh
Quarries – food/victims
Accompanied by - in the
company of
Frenzied mess - mad
confusion
Preys - victims
Redress – compensation
for a wrong or grievance
Hale and hearty -
healthy
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ONLY IF I COULD AFFORD A
VIDEO TICKET THEN…….!
It was the time of the
cassettes and the videos
For the curious eyes’
entertainment;
And listening to the
programmes of the radios
For the eager ears’
amusement!
Once, in my childhood,
some of my village youths hired a Video Set
So as to provide
pleasure to the country folks, and some money to get.
They sold each ticket
for a ‘Show’ only a ‘Rupee’ then,
Soon thronged the Video
Hall the elated kids, adults and grown up men!
I ran to my widowed
Mother with an expectant wish and an anxious look
Said to her, “Bou, Can
you pay me a Rupee to buy for a ‘Show’ a ticket?”
“They are running a
movie called Andha Kanoon,
To enjoy myself with
others may I have a boon?”
My penniless Mom
replied, “No dear, now we cannot afford!
Please, don’t mind, you
shall view it when you grow old!
I have to manage a
week’s grocery with it,
Else, cannot move an
inch our family’s feet!”
I returned silently with
a heart withered and heavy,
Still, I controlled
myself, and compromised with my wretched Fate!
Told myself, “Only if
our circumstances could afford a Video Ticket,
I would able to view
happily the “Andha Kanoon Movie….!
N.B: The Hindi movie
“Andha Kanoon”, which literally means “The Blind Justice” , was released in
1983, when I was only 10 years old.
Glossary: Bou -
Maa/Mother in my mother tongue
©Shankar D Mishra
26.11.2017
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LET ME ABSORB AND DRY
ALL THE SOUREST AND BITTEREST TEARS!
Ouch! Every drop of
costliest tearing tear if ever one does shed,
Never does it go, my
sensible friend, unpaid;
For, those sorts of
forced, suppressed and hapless tears are red,
Thus, they are never
uselessly and in vain bled!
Hark! Nothing ever
escapes God’s unblinking and unbiased Eyes!
The guilty and the
innocent, the foolish and the wise,
Are ever aptly sent
their respective either hellish or heavenly prize
In proportion to their
vicious or virtuous actions’ size!
O God! Let me never be
an unwanted cause for anyone’s tears
Let none have for me
trepidations or spine shivering fears
Let me seek, at the cost
of happiness, what every malady cures
Let me embrace gladly
what my entry for Heaven ensures!
O God! Thus, let me
absorb and dry all the sourest and bitterest tears!
In return for Salvation,
I can lick all unjust charges and digest all complaints!
Glossary:
Malady – trouble/disease
Trepidations –
fears/anxietries
©Shankar D Mishra
13.11.2017
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SATARE, TORA…….
Satare, tora sabujataa
Mo mane bhari die
satejataa;
Tora chapalataa
Mo praane bhari die
prafullataa…….
Satare, tora komalataa
Mo mane bhari die
byaakulataa;
Tora aantarikataa
Mo jeebane nei aase
arthabodhataa…..
Satare, mu to sapana ra
taru
Tu mo sapana ra lataa
Mu to hrudaya ra Rama
Tu mo hrudaya ra Sita…….
Satare, tora aatmeeyataa
Mo paain sate biralataa
Tora saralataa
Mo mana bagichaa ra
sheetalataa……
Satare, to saathe mo
milana
Mo paain ta eka melana
Pratikhya ra purnachheda
Kebe heba, sate,
purana????
N.B: My dear non-Odia
friends, due to lack of time, I am unable to translate the above love poem into
English, but I will surely post its translated version very soon. Thank u in
advance for bearing with me.
©Shankar D Mishra
20.07.2017
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