Saturday, April 21, 2012

Children

Children are the pearls of wisdom,
Happy, joyful and full of freedom;
They are the dreams of tomorrow,
The beginning of a new morrow;
The hopes of their parents.
Are dearest to their grandparents;
They are the fragrance of flowers,
When they smile, only happiness showers;
They are of a very bountiful nature,
Even ready to share a treasure;
They are the apple of everyone’s eyes,
Their charming image never dies;
They are part of our soul and heart,
And nothing can set the two apart;
They are the future of our nation,
Are the most beautiful of God’s creation;
And loveable to everyone
So why is there a difference?
Of cast, creed and religion
God has created everyone the same
Hence Shakespeare said “What’s there in a name?”
Let truth and humanity be their religion
Let them be one mankind
And don’t let them look behind
For they have to create a better world.

Poetry

Poetry is an art of creation,
It is a source of inspiration;
It is as beautiful as a rainbow,
Year by year does it grow;
It is a garden of flowers rare,
Which need some special care;
It is as shining as a star,
Sounds musical like a guitar;
It is a collection of feelings rare,
A thought for close friends to share;
It is as passionate as young love,
And as gentle as a young dove;
It is the bashfulness of a girl,
Also brighter than a precious pearl;
It needs a good start,
Can heal a broken heart;
It is the perfume of a rose,
Totally different from prose;
It is a writer’s obsession
It is the most priced possession.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Dawn

Every early morning, the stars begin fading
And the sun moves up in the sky shining.
The rays of sunlight break the darkness
And turns night into a day full of brightness.
The birds begin chirping al around,
Their sweet music pacifies a mind so bound.
The cock on the roof shouts cock-a-doodle-doo,
The mullah in the mosque does the same too.
The whole world gets into the daily routine,
Man to office, lady to kitchen, children to school.
Old ones go for a stroll, babies remain in cots.
The fresh air of the garden, the health atmosphere,
Makes it a place that is so dear.
The blooming flowers, the running traffic,
The busy life with worries and panic.
The dawn gives us a message of light,
As it breaks a long and dark night,
For man to stop worrying about sorrow,
Get to work and wait for another morrow.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Grandparents

Those two sympathetic faces
With wrinkles and specs on their faces
Lost in their own world,
Free from all responsibilities
Sitting by the window side
In their rocking arm chairs;
The grand father with his newspaper
And the grand mother with her knitting,
Watching children play to their heart's desire,
When suddenly, the grand children come running to them
Asking them for favors
And both of them with their sticks, hand in hand
Accompany them to the market,
And children return home with smiles on their faces,
That is the happiest moment for grandparents.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Smile :-)

Smile is the perfume of life,
It breaks like the rising sun
To light up a sad face
And to warm up a broken heart;
It is fresh as the morning dew,
But seen on the faces of very few;
Smile as life is very short
And all sorrows will disappear;
Like the innocence of a child,
All pains will turn mild;
And as the young blooming flower,
Only happiness will it shower;
Smile as it requires no space,
But it will make the world
A very beautiful place.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Mother

“Mother”, a word that is so touching
The true essence of all human being…

Mother,
Another name for love and care,
All the suffering did she silently bear.

Another name for devotion and sacrifice,
Makes home, a place that is so nice.

Another name for a friend and guide,
Shows us the path of truth and light.

Another name for kindness and generosity,
Teaches us the lesson of love and humanity.

Another name for warmth and pity,
Sincerely, she does all her duty.

Another name for divine inspiration,
She is the source of all creation.

Another name for a holy prayer,
Mother, is a jewel that is so rare.

One of the superior creations of God,
Mother is a precious gift given by Lord!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Goodbye...

It is never easy to say Goodbye
Can someone really tell me why;
I never wished this day to come by
But it has finally come to make me cry;
Tears in my eyes are telling me since long
This is a place where I no more belong;
With deep grief and a heavy heart
I leave you all, I finally depart.

Your sweet memories are engraved in my heart
And have become my life's inseparable part;
Each of you brought about a new world to me
Which I would always cherish for years to be;
With a new day, a new morning, a new dawn
When you make a new beginning, I'll be gone;
But whenever you need me, you'll always find me;
In your difficult times by your side
To help you out being your guide.
A promise is that our friendship will remain for ever

The only sad part is we'll always miss each other...