The Gift

 The Gift

Big or small, short or tall, gifted are all

Who often complain even in Spring or Fall

That only they are not fortunate

To be like the ones that are in such a state.

A tiny bird in the wild world far away

Tweets by itself gleefully all day.

It is gifted to fill the still and fragrant air

With its sweet notes of joy everywhere.

Grateful shall we be for the gift,

Seldom should we allow our mind to drift

From being blissful to being remorseful.

Thus we shall ever be cheerful.

Big or small, short or tall, gifted are all

To make a mark before we fall.

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17 Sep. 23

Rain again

 

Aggrieved without the season's bountiful rain

I start to write these lines with stressful pain.

The days are dry and I do not know why

There are no clouds to spot across the sky.

The springs and streams that come alive this time,

Have gone away beyond being sublime.

No water there for crops; no water there

 To drink; the days are hot for me to bear.

They say, life now on earth is hard to live

Unless we understand how we can relive

The past that's lost; its simple, yet content

Ways ought to guide us through this sad moment.

Our race these days is fast, unwise and lost.

Only rain again can save us here at last.

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An ode to Surabhi

 

Smile is what you wear all the while,
Unassuming demeanour marks your trait
Rare with your art and craft; so great!
Altruistic to the unattended, a real mate.
Bold and brave, you take highs and lows in style.
Humbled to humble the Himalayan heights,
Inspiring ever while now set for new delights.

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Summer for Kids

 

When for Summer schools close,

Happy are the kids that there are no woes

Of routine work and no more homework.

Excited they are to do their own work!

Holidays widen their eyes

Filled with joys of immeasurable price.

Ancestral homes beckon with open arms

Against the backdrop of beautiful green farms.

There are more cousins, uncles and aunts

Who are eager to fulfill their wants.

Mouth-watering delicacies make their day

They will thus love to live this way.

So, this is the best time of the year

For every kid to be with those, near and dear!

On Women's Day

You're worshipped for your unconditional love;

You're admired for your abundant kindness.
You're gracious when you smile
Hiding your pain a while.
Your rare anger is just to suppress
My audacity uncalled for, for now.

I see you in every aspect of nature
That comforts, consoles and creates peace.
Your presence is a blessing
When everything else is missing!
You still instill a hope and please
Every soul that's proud of your stature.

I celebrate you for your worth
And I celebarte dear mother Earth!

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Burst of colours - Spring is when..

Colours are our inspiration.

From silvery silence at dawn

To golden permeance at dusk

Life is a cauldron of rich hues.

The rush of sudden emotions

Upon a timely encounter surely

Paint red on the faces of

Two lovely thumping hearts!

The icing of the cream on a cone

Spares no moment to lure the eyes

With its vibrant splash of colours

That make a new tinge every second.

Spring is when can one

Soak in a flood of colours.

Let every soul sink in the pool 

And derive the mirth of Life.

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