O MY LOVE! IT'S TRUE.

O MY LOVE! IT'S TRUE.

O my Love! A sombre, sad desert wears a smiling, green saree at your sweet touch,
A gloomy and intimidating night, illuminates all around like a benign torch!
A dry spring of the hottest May day springs soon a fountain of felicity and happiness,
The sourest tamarins taste more delicious than the Cabernet Sauvignon grapes!

O my Love! The chaotic cawings of the crows turn more melodious than cuckoos',
A tyrranous Tempest lacks her ferocity, and  like a soothing, serene breeze, blows;
At your celestial touch, a million Jasmines of rapture dance away life's sorrows,
Oh! An eternal and inexhastible Sea of Contentment in life ceaselessly flows!

O my Love! An agile butterfly of gaity comes flapping to build a castle in my heart,
At your Angelic and Elysian touch, a dead engine enigmatically revives to start;
The dormancy of Kumbhkarn flees at a glance to pave the way for wakefulness,
Life lives till Time paces; death is, anon, imprisoned till eternity, by Fortune's Grace!

O my Love! It's true. Such is the magnitude of your majestic and magnetic touch,
That except for gaping in awe and gratitude, my words waver to eulogize much!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 06.09.19

SDM'S QUATRAIN (ONE) ON GURU:05.09.19

HAPPY GURU PURNIMA!

Please forward this EXTRACTED QUATRAIN.Tq.

SDM'S QUATRAIN (TWO) ON WHOM I UNFRIEND:04.09.19

GOOD NIGHT.

Please forward this EXTRACTED QUATRAIN mTq.

FALSEHOOD PRACTISED FOR FUN PROVES FATAL IN THE LONG RUN!

FALSEHOOD PRACTISED FOR FUN PROVES FATAL IN THE LONG RUN!

A young lad called 'Radhua' used to the local pastoral forest,
His herds of goats and sheep grazed, while the fat tree branches, he would rest;
He would relish varied nuts, and mouth watering fruits and roots in all seasons,
His days were spent happily throughout the year for valid reasons.

Once, obsessed with a mischievous whim, he plotted to make fun of the villagers:
Thus, he'd climb the tree tops and shout, 'A tiger pounced upon my herds  to rob my treasures!
I will be thankful to those who will come to my rescue at this critical juncture,
Those who heard about his pitiful cries, rushed, but returned shocked seeing his false, funny caricature!"

He duped the credulous simpletons thrice with his same indecent and incorrigible pranks,
Thus, the innocent, angry and gaping rescuers exited with ironical 'Thanks "!
But, to Radhua's utter disbelief and dismay, a real tiger came and killed half of his herds the very next week,
Hence, he returned home sobbing as none came to his help, quipping 'We'll no longer be fooled by your old b Trick!'

Then, Radhua tore his hair, in vain, in despair, and cursed himself for his fun,
And he earnestly asked us to learn, "One must face the music for following Falsehood, in the long run!"

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 04.09.19