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Into The heaven


Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of freedom.

 

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of peace.

 

 

Into the heaven

let my county awake soon

one of contentment.

 

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of care.

 

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of mercy.

 

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of unity.

 

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of grace.

 

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Peace Be With You


There is  peace 

really. you  ask

as there is no thing

that much could be seen

with peace and goodwill

as every other place

there is fight and tension

that go with a fusion

with terrorism on the sway

with  corruption on to gay

with that of deception all the day

there be peace you say

what sort of peace do you mean ?

ask you bona fide

I do reply in the stride

that there is peace I assure

not found in the political

never found in business

but seen among people

who play it simple

whether there be a fight

 

it lasts for a day

where there is mirth

it prolongs for months

there I find peace and joy

seamless they are

entwined they look

that be peace and contentment.

Peacethis is my answer

the case of satisfaction to the reply

lies on the way you take .

Peace be with you always!

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Solace Be Yours


A solace is found

 not in the lap of luxury

 not in the wealth of currency 

 never in the volume of power.

 

A solace is seen

invariably in the realms of truth

invisibly in the regions of  mercy

independently in the   reigns of the mind.

 

 

A solace being not merely

a temporary rejuvenation

a lively at the moment interpretation

a simple adjusting equation..

 

 

A solace for all matter

becomes an embodiment of ease and consolation

an exaltation of   resignation and contentmentsolace

an empowerment  of the mind’s competence.

 

 

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My Posts


The posts I create.
get a modest growing
with moderate likes and
few comments from good people
making me happy and contented
and the day goes on
with such joy and peace
restricting me from getting involved
and making me stand straight
not wanting to dabble in others’
and giving me a practice of self-control
besides lending me a self-support
though not anything monetary
but of great acquisition of comfort
Upostsltimately we live only for harmony
both internal and external
With that being circumscribed
my days remaining would go
undaunted and undeterred.

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The New Born


Woke up in the morn,

to the tune of a song.

The sun  mirthfully shone,

amidst the gleeful throng.

There was a mild sound,

which came along.

That expressed in a  lovely tone,

an arrival of a new-born.

 

Crying in full throat,

the babe made the entry.

Alerting everyone with a short

sharp  notes similar to a sentry.

Revitalising the surrounding

with a charming frenzy.

That brought out  aloud,

the arrival of  the new-born.

 

 

 

The anticipation turned out

to a passionate excitement.

The anxiety converted itself

into a delightful predicament.

There  arose a tranquillity

embedded in peace and contentment.

That delivered in all serenity,

the arrival of the new-born.

 

 

 

 

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The Beauty of the Morn.-An Allegory


Tiny dew drops shine like diamonds ,

They oscillate over the fragile green grass,

Shimmering in the glistening sunrise,

A beauty not to miss every morn.

 

Little buds peep out from the nodules,

They are in red, rose and blue,

Dancing in the morning breeze,

A beauty not to  miss  every morn.

 

Small children walk up the road to school,

They chuckle and chatter as they move,

Exchanging friendly gestures and pep talk,

A beauty not to miss every morn.

 

The glory of the day lies not  in calls,

The charm of the hour is not based on tries,

The contentment rests on impressive sights,

That take us to infinite heights.

 

The beauty of the morn is not to be missed,

It has to be repeatedly cherished,

The dew drops, bud and child are personifications,

Of transcendental truth and  exuberant bliss.