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A Shrine


A temple far away from the crowd,

Very much away from the bustle,

Much ahead of our times,

Nestles in a serene village,

Surrounded by paddy fields,

Green to the utmost,

Quiet to the foremost,

Celestial to the uppermost,

Divine and distinct to note,

Delicate and exclusive  to admire,

Embellished by simplicity,

Adorned by faith,

Decorated by piety,

The lords reside in royalty,

Expressing a warm sunny smile,

Exuding a benign spirituality,

Endorsing a fine tranquillity,

Enlivening the devotees with charm,

Enthralling them with ecstasy,

Inspiring them to revel,

Inducing them to celebrate ,

Instilling in them a feeling,

Of love and affection,

Of kindness and compassion,

Thus unifying them with infinity.

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A Little Thought


Can we not think about others?

Can we not feel for others?

Can we not help others?

Can we not love others?

Can we not ,can we not?

The heart cries with a vibrance.

 

 

Is it not sad to see a flower wither?

Is it not painful to look at  a tree  rot?

Is it not desperate to view a parched earth?

Is it not wrenching to watch an animal suffer?

Is it not frustrating to  witness a man die?

Is it not , is it not?

The heart wails with despair.

 

 

Do everyone feel the same manner?

Do all experience the same way?

Do most pass  through  same  passage?

Do  the majority go through the cycle?

Do they ,do they?

The heart mourns in anguish

 

 

A little consideration takes you a long way,

A little  patience leads you to  happiness,

A little feeling brings in joy

A little  love endorses a loveliness,

A little , A little,

The mind cheers up the heart.

 

 

 

 

 

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I Remember My Mother.


I recall the  golden hours

When I was caressed by you

I retrospect the  days,

When I was reprimanded by you

I think about the years,

When I felt close to you

I recollect the period,

When I was scoffed by you

I recapture the events,

When  I was blessed by you,

I restructure the  anecdotes ,

When I was ejected by you.

I saw the two sides of you,

The good in my younger days,

The bad in my older  years.

Let the affection  be  a  dream,

Let the friction  be  an illusion.


 

 

I  remember your  unfathomable  love alone,

I retrace  your  cherished thoughts alone,

I   renew your  graceful behests alone.

Which   have made me ,

What  I am today,

Which has given  me the tenacity,

That I carry with pride..

Which  has  endowed me with acumen,

That   aids me in my progress,

It is an inheritance,

That  none can deny me.

 

 

I hear  your   firm voice

Bidding me to  work hard,

I visualise your  stern eyes,

Commanding  me to talk less,

I feel  your  strong presence,

Ordering me to do more.

I see in your  astounding execution,

Great skill and talent,

Which you  have passed on to me,

Which none could  grab or plunder.

 

Yet , you in course of years,

Fell down from your elite status,

Of comfort and luxury,

Tumbled  down  from your citadel,

Of fame and name.

While ,I stood watching your ignominy,

Helpless  but in profound grief.


.

 

Ma, What went wrong ?

I failed to ask you,

When you were alive.

I tried many a time,

But I never got a chance,

As you were not yourself,

In your last years,

A mere helpless puppet,

In the hands of many,

Who came not from your tribe,

But from a disaster zone,

Robbed you of your pluck,

Deprived you of your luck,

You knowingly or unknowingly,

Became a weakling,

Both in mind and body,

All  at the same time,

Which pushed  you tooblivion,

Never to catch the glory,

Which was yours in prime.

 

Oh! my dear mother,

Rest you in the grave,

Like a  poor lamb,

Helpless and ignorant.


I still remember you mother,

Not as a lamb,

But as a Lady,

Highly talented and competent.

Let me live ,

With that precious memories alone







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Begot An Angel


It was a Monday morn,

Much ahead of  schedule

With half closed eyes ,

With a quaint smile,,

With a loud cry,

I see my angel descend.

  

  

His  smile still lingers,

Though with a  gushing  mischief,

His   sharp wit still persists,

Though with an added incision,

I stand in expectation,

As  I notice  my angel’s growth..

  

  

  

His  enthusiasm  enlivens,

His  determination deciphers

His   authority  affirms,

His  boldness bolsters,

I   head towards the goal,

 As I espy my   angel  blossom.

  

  

 

 

Unruffled by  misdemeanour,

Unscathed by adversities,

Untouched by  frailties,

Unflinched by failures,

I  clamber to the heights

 As I conceive my angel’s  triumph.

 

 

 

The youngest of my brood,

The  pampered of all

The wittiest of the lot,

Spreads a cosy  snug,

Wherever he be.

 

 

Memories go back,

Thoughts push forward,

I hear my little one’s call,

“Atha”

in full – throated  ease.

 

 

 

His cry  wakens me from the reverie

  Thou art  an adult in the offing,

 Thou art a responsible man in stature,

Thou  art an articulate entity,

 Thou art a  grand designate,

Yet you are  my darling

My blessings embark ,

on the wings of poesy,

Fly  across the mighty ocean,

In great speed and spirit,

To greet you,

As you rise up ,

on your birthday.

 

 

 

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La Belle Dame Merci


I know a dame,

Who lives near,

Who  thinks ahead,

Who hates none

Who loves all,

with motherly graciousness,

  

 

I saw a dame,

Who is kind,

Who is impartial

Who is  strong

Who  cares

With motherly graciousness.

 

 

 

I heard about a dame,

Who is compassionate,

Who is considerate,

Who is ebullient,

Who embraces,

With motherly graciousness.

 

I talk  about a dame,

Who is an embodiment  of goodness,

Who is a symbol  of patience,

Who is an icon of poise,

Who deliberates

with motherly graciousness.

 

I admire the dame,

Who  is simple,

Who is beautiful,

Who is amiable,

Who smothers ,

With motherly graciousness.

 

 

The dame is so close

The dame is so fearless,,

The dame is so doting

The dame is  none other

She is everyone’s Mom

Extending   graciousness.

 

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The Dazzling Illumination.


An apparition descends,

As if from Heaven,

Smiling and gay.

Beckons  all with a nod,

Its thoughts entice,

elaboration  and elevation.

Casts its eyes around,

Its feelings assuage,

Distinction  and  demarcation..

Raises its hands,

Its moves  promote

Protection and prevention.

Takes a step ahead,

Its charm invigorate

Integration  and inclusion.

Delivers a speech,

Its words  insinuate,

Inspiration  and invocation.

 

 

Its chant embark,

on a shore,

On an aisle.

Its hymns traverse,,

Over a front,

Over an habitat.

Its blessings aspire,

Towards a fugitive,

Towards an asylum..

Its mercy  reaches

The most trodden,

The most afflicted

.

Its Love surpasses.,

Its compassion surmounts,

Its glory twinkles.

.

It is a kindly beacon.

It is a benign torch.

It is a sparkling light.,

It is a dazzling illumination.

That exudes Warmth.

That emanates sublimity.

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A Kindly Beacon.


Extend love,

To the needy,

To the infirm,

To the poor.

Elaborate love,

To the children,

To the deranged,

To the deformed.

Eliminate hate,

From the mind,

From the heart,

From the deadly orbit.

Eradicate vengeance.,

From the action,

From the scene,

From the spiteful entity,

Envelope the world

Entire with love,

Engulf the people

Fully with cheer

Enrapture the soul

wholly with grace.

Endow the spirit

Totally with compassion.

Therein lies,

The essence of life,

Therein  flows,

The fine esteem of  love.

It is extraordinary,

A  godly sound  of flash,

It is exemplary,

A kindly beacon of light