Tag: Man

The Grass Roots.

The little grass seen over there
dazzled with dew drops on its blades.
The green and silvery hue over there
set a picture of a lively glade.
The grass knew not it is going to be razed down
as a man was moving to the spot to cut it in haste.
The sprightly grass became nothing exposing the ground brown.
The grass lay down in heap assuming the expense of waste.
Nay, it did not lay thee for long under the sun
as a cow ,which was loitering around, seeing the grass
walked towards it and started munching it with great fun.
With that the grass vanished from sight in a flash.

Tags cow, flash, grass, Man, Poem

thoughts

He is A Man.

Up on the hills lived a man
who had very little for himself
but liked to share with all
what little he had
be it bread or porridge
be it books or newspaper
be it vegetables or fruits
whatever he had he gave to other
with full heart knowing no grudge
rushed to help others when in need
Once got into the burning house
risking his life
burning his hand
saved many lives with a determination.
Well ,there be a man
who is rightly called a Man.

Tags Man, Poem

thoughts

The Old Man’s Watch.

The house had a watch
an old man in his seventies
sat next to the gate
with a big stick
and a bigger iron rod
ready to attack with force
anyone who trespassed.

So he stood for an hour
then went round the house to monitor
came back and stood there
as before in a state ready
to charge the trespassers
all in one blow.

Standing for more than two hours
his tired legs gave way and he sank
on his stool stretching his legs.
As all things goes he felt sleepy
and before he could sit in comfort
his eyes closed firmly shunning the world.

A quarter of an hour later
the lady of the house came out
seeing the watch in deep slumber
opened her mouth to shout in anger
but his drooping figure with the stick
and rod in hand made her sad .

The next day she called the old man
who frightened to face the lady came trembling.
She looking kindly at him said with sympathy
that he could retire and be at home.
Reading his mind the lady said
his salary would be taken care off.

Tags Man, Old, Poem, Sleep, watch

thoughts

Placing The ‘I’ Before Everything

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 13, 2013
1 Comment on Placing The ‘I’ Before Everything

The fish floating on water
calls to the bird flying in the aiir
which in turn calls to the horse
galloping on the land .

The horse carrying the man
speaks not for fear of being beaten.
it goes on a trot into the woods
the man going on and on.

Tired and exhausted the horse stands put
not able to take one step further
it reclines down near a pond
and looks at the ripples in the water.

The fish tossing over comes above
seeing the horse ‘s condition calls the bird
who gets into the pond and makes a flutter
bringing out lot of cool breeze and pushing out cool water.

The horse drank the water to its heart’s content
thanking the fish for its timely help
gets up while the man comes after a meal heavy,
climbs on the horse and rides off.

The animals and birds show feelings of love
while man selfish as he is thinks of none
but goes on with his job unperturbed
always placing the ‘I’ in front of everything.
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Tags ., Man, Poem, selfish

thoughts

Man As King.

The buckles loosened
as the shoes were worn out.
the socks were torn
and the feet was battered.
Walking with them
the old man thinking
himself to be a king
holding an imaginary sceptre
beaming with pride
strolled imperiously
on the pavement
with a loose shirt and
patched pants
making dramatic gestures
and turning back at intervals
as though a retinue of
courtiers came behind
with the band in the front.
singing the song
“There lives a king”

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Tags king, Man, Poem

Actions Love Poem

The Man Lying Down Dead,

The pulse beat is normal.
The heart beat is perfect.
The man turns cold.
His eyes flutter and
he falls down unconscious..
He is lying down like a dead.
None could understand the problem.
The doctors could do nothing.
The man lies like dead undeterred.
He is a young man about thirty-three.
As all stood around him with down cast eyes,
his wife with his little son rushed towards him.
She shook him and called him by his name
The man is lying down as dead undisturbed.
The little son took a step forward and then retreated.
again made a forward move but got back in fear.
The third time he raced ahead and fell on his father
letting out a cry ‘papa”, ‘papa” which made all cry.
The man lying down dead slowly opened his eyes.

Tags conscious, dead, doctors, heart beat, Man, papa, Poem, pulse, son, wife

Actions Poem

Is He A Man?

A man of no stature
Short and thin with distorted feature
twisted hands and treble voice
bass, medium, and high pitch all choice
at the same time in a discordant tone.
Talking or shouting know not what it is.
making funny movements like a croak
shaking his neck on and off and
gesticulating peculiarly with his hands.
as though drawing figures in the air.
No matter what he looks in person
as looks are not his treason
but got from his birth in a fashion
something linked to his genetic order
or else to the disorders or deformities that border.
That which contributes much
are his callous objectives as such
greed and self-conceit in straight
audacious talk and manners as traits
respecting none and cheating
depriving the rights of his sibling .
that prompted me to draw a realistic
analogue to his mannerism in a short pack up
by highlighting his appearance in the backdrop

Tags callous, deformed, greed, hand, head, Man, Poem, self conceit, twisted

Age Poem

The Grand Old man

With silvery hair and sunken eyes
With stuttering talk and toothless jaw
With thin physic and a bent gait
With slow walk and a feeble talk
the man still reigns strong
not over the country or a state
but over his frail mind
keeping it alert and agile
abreast of the world affairs
well versed in economy
strong in business ethics
stronger in pathos and
strongest in recommendations

Tags Age, alert, Man, Mind, Old, Poem

Actions argument cause concept Diamonds Divine Experience Interpretation Lesson Life Message thoughts Worship

Worship the Lord

Worship is voluntary or involuntary.
A curious thought sets in involuntarily.
Reverence is the basis for worship truly.
Fear is a part of the fundamental undoubtedly.

Worshipping God has become a ritual.
Praying has turned to be beneficial.
Pleading for mercy is sacramental
Worship includes a ceremony artificial.

Worshipping Man has taken lively coordination.
Going after the wealthy is a fashionable attraction.
Running behind the powerful is a feverish aspiration.
Hero worshipping comprises a scenario of destruction.

Respect should come naturally from within.
Force should not surface across the skin.
Nor tear it with an incisive spin.
Worship leaves a volume of actions to begin.

Pilgrimage to holy places is one of the ways.
Offerings to God is another way.
Conducting ceremonies is an expensive way.
Appeasing God has become everyone’s way.

Fear of the future wields a sway grave
Finance assumes a close shave.
Illness consumes the heart of the brave.
Driving every other to a tumultuous rave.

Resorting to worship is the easiest design.
Diamonds,gold silver add to the shine.
People flock to the shrine.
Hoping to convert their suffering to gain.

Worshipping in itself is divine.
If it for a cause it is but vain.
It is truth that holds the reign.
Eventually truth would always remain.

Tags cause, Divine, hero worship, Man, offerings, Philosophy, Poem, Reason, trend, Truth, worship

Actions Experience feelings Lesson Life Man Poem shelter thoughts

Shelter in Twelve Lines.

Looking for a shelter is a drive.
It goes with all the five.
To man it is an arrive
which lends a thrive.
To animals it is a strive
which protects them from harsh deprive.
To birds it is a hive
which extends a warm survive
To those under the sea it is a dive
which makes them float for a revive.
To others it is a strong derive
which indicates them that they are alive.