TO THE SPRING

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

©Shankar D Mishra 29.04.2017

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PASS, SURPASS AND TRESPASS

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.

©Shankar D Mishra 27.04.2017

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BEHIND

BEHIND

Behind most sweet and delicious laughters

Hidden are most sour and unobtrusive tears!

Behind most dazzling and flourishing flowers

Hidden are most painful and piteous layers!

Behind most golden and glittering yields

Hidden are most swamp and untreadable fields!

Behind most coveted and enviable rewards

Hidden are most inexplicable and invincible hazards!

Behind most sound and slumbering sleeps

Hidden are most unsound and inexpressible griefs!

Behind most beautiful and enticing sights

Hidden are most hideous and sore fights!

Ah! Had all the “Behinds” been conspicuous and open

Who can tell? What would then ultimately happen?

* most - a good number of , * unobtrusive  -  not attracting necessary attention

©Shankar D Mishra   27.04.2017

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PLEASE LISTEN TO OUR PITEOUS PRAYERS

Oh! Don’t pursue us ruthlessly any more

Oh! Don’t poach us relentlessly any more

Oh! Don’t prey us mercilessly any more

Oh! Don’t scare us to fly and scamper.

Oh! We are forced almost to be dwindled

Oh! We are pounced upon, killed and swindled

Oh! We are flying like birds for our survival

Oh! We are forced to flee our premature burial!

Oh! Show, on our innocent species, a little pity

Oh! Don’t make our peaceful habitats your noisy city

Your so-called heaven poses a hateful hell to us

Don’t throttle our breath with your intrusion curse.

Oh! Please do spare us

Oh! Please care for us,

O’ the biped cruel, deaf predators

Please listen to our piteous prayers.

 This is the gold medal winning poem in he Tri-weekly poetry contest, on the theme of a flying deer, conducted by the Group NUGGETS FROM NATURE. I am thankful to the Jury, the President, the Admins., the moderators and all the members of the Group for this. The result was declared on 15.04.2017.

©Shankar D Mishra   17.04.2017

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