Spring- An Evergreen Natural Festivity

It's spring, and, although not much noticeable in our region, one can feel the tender coolness of the air around. A simple song to commemorate this feeling...

The first dew of a late-summer morn,

Drops right on top of a bud at dawn,

You never know when the bud will turn into blossom,

For it's spring's onset, and winter's almost gone.

That spotted, winged flutterer,

Will now be all graceful and groomed,

No wonder it's the field of pink poppies,

That makes her drift away from gloom.

The budded yellow tulips in the nearby yard,

Will now sight the first look of the world around,

As the subtle dawn sunrise,

Will wake them from their slumber, gentle and sound.

The radiance and the vibrance of colours never enjoyed,

Will now fill up the atmosphere with lush harmony,

As spring heralds the beginning of a new bloom,

And embarks on a journey to eternity...

The Ultimate Fundamental- Appreciation of the Blood That Flowed for Us...

Letter from a freedom fighter to the youth of today...

Dear Luv

You,ll. be surprised to know who I am, but I'll tell you that I was one of the 'alive martyrs' of the Indian Independence Movement. Shocked, weren't you? Well, discover me in the end...

I'm over 80 years old,  and I've contributed my life to an independent, a free India. I've lost my life several times fighting the British, if you understand what I mean.

It was the so-called 'unity in diversity' that led us to a successful campaign against the British. Today's generation is so lost in business, that they have no time to realise why they are here, with a strong, a unique position in the world today. You, and the ones of your generation are studying Modern History. You know almost everything about M. K. Gandhi, S. Bose, Bhagat Singh, Rani Lakshmibai, or others. But, have you ever reflected on their lives and lifestyles? Freedom to the country, for them, was the only thing they had to die for. 

The freedom fighters had to sacrifice almost everything to the free country in which you live today. I had to sacrifice my home, my studies, and even my family to make our motherland free. You are lucky not to have been born in that era. We fighters had to give away our wealth for the good of the poor, so that they grow up and join our forces.

My only purpose to write this letter was to make the youth aware of the sacrifices the freedom fighters made while fighting for the country. I hope that you'll realise the internal reality of the Indian Independence Movement...

Yours lovingly
A friend of your hearts... 

                                          

The Million-Dollar Friendship

This is an infamous tale from the ancient land of Greece; turned into a poem by me...

There lived a king named Philodus,

In the great land of Greece.

He was the unkindest and the crullest ruler ever lived,

He never let anyone live in peace...

There was a slave named Adrocles,

Who was fed up with the king , his master,

He escaped and ran away far into the jungle,

And felt that he couldn't be a long-laster...

Just then he saw a lion,

Roaring to the great skies,

He noticed a thorn stuck under his paw,

And felt that he was groaning for life...

He relieved the lion from pain,

As he removed the thorn from his paw,

And then...the lion roared with all his might,

Oh, what a miracle he saw!

The lion pounced on him,

Not to kill him, but to hug him!

And they became the best friends ever,

And ate, and played, and lived together...

But their happiness was pricked up,

As Adrocles was found and caught by the king's soldiers,

He was brought into the Great Roman Colosseum,

To fight as a gladiator...

There he was, thrown into the Globe,

Around which, people were shouting for a battle of life,

The king gave orders to begin,

Adrocles thought, "Will I ever survive?"

A lion was brought, gag and bound,

And was set free, to move all around,

Towards Adrocles he charged, with great speed,

As Adrocles stood shivering, with his sword and shield...

Then the miracle happened,

As the lion braked himself with all his might,

And to Adrocles' surprise,

It was the same lion that he knew by sight!!!

The people stared in horror,

As the two greeted and embraced each other,

There was dead silence in the Colosseum,

As Adrocles exclaimed, "Oh, my brother!"

The king rose angrily and shouted,

"What's the meaning of all these?"
It was Adrocles who explained the story,

As the Globe didn't even heave a sigh or a hiss...

The king then broke the silence,

As he exclaimed, "Let them prosper and live together,

Let them stay alive,

For, a good turn deserves another!!!"

They were set free in their lands,

And they ate, and played, and lived together,

They lolled, and roamed, and moved about,

And they lived happily forever..

The Teardrop

...She looked at the withered tree,

And shed a teardrop.

It travelled the entire globe,

Not leaving a single drop.

The wind took it across the desert,

With miles of sand around.

The water carried it with her,

Around the mountains round and round.

And then the Messenger sensed sadness,

He took the teardrop with Him,

And gave it to the Great God,

The Ruler of Ahem!

The Great seemed relieved, and cried and cried,

The Messenger was confused,

He asked the Great, before He answered,

"At least there is someone, who cares for nature!"