LET THERE BE PEACE

     

    Here I am to sing a prayer,

    To the gracious God above,

    To bless our beautiful earth 

    With eternal peace and love.

    I pray there be peace  around, 

    In the skies and ethereal space, 

    On the vast lands and deep oceans,

    With their countless creatures.

    May it  be among animals and birds, 

    Trees and herbs and ground creepers, 

    May it pervade the whole universe,

          And help its inmates to survive and flourish. 

            But above all things here mentioned,

            May it   settle deep in the mind of Man,

            Making him aware of its supreme value,

            As fountain-head of true happiness.

            I know,  in these  tumultuous  times

            Songs of peace  would be hardly audible,

            But believe, as well, that love and peace,

            Never can be redundant or undesirable.

           Hence, I am keen to celebrate this day

         Promoting  bonhomie in the whole world

             Join me if you  like this campaign 

                And together shall we carry it on.

URI TERROR STRIKE --- HEIGHT OF COWARDICE

 Uri  Terror Strike---

 Monday, Sept  19 /16








          Yet another bloody episode,

          In the nasty drama,

          Being directed,

          From across the border.

           Waves of shock and anger,

           Are running across,

          The length and breadth,

           Of the nation.

           How heinous and  cowardly, 

           To target soldiers in their sleep!
           No words are hard enough,

           To condemn an action so mean.

           All that can be said for now is ,

           The martyrs' souls may get peace, 

           And the perpetrators of such crime,

           Be treated with befitting revenge.

            

           


            

My First Teachers

             TEACHERS' DAY

         Here are these few verses,
         Dedicated to my first teachers, 
        Who taught me even before,
         I was able to reciprocate.

       My mother  who was second --
       To none but  Nature herself,
       Who taught me to express myself ,
       With just a few gestures.
      

          When I could express myself ,
          Only through  a few signs, 
           Sometimes with sweet smiles, 
           Sometimes with loud cries.  

           But she could understand all,
          Without  my uttering a word,
          And  sense my humblest  need, 
          As if it were her own.

          My Father, who helped me enter,
          The vast world of knowledge,  
          Starting with the first alphabet, 
          To all about the three Rs. 

           Having made me familiar with, 
            Letters, numbers and  figures,
           He took me by hand one morning,  
           To a school for formal learning.

           And that was a new beginning, 
           But  not the end of  their role, 
           As mentors and guides to me, 
              In facing life's ordeals.

           Till the close  of their  own  times,
           They kept enriching  my mind, 
           With precious pearls of  wisdom, 
            They themselves had gathered.

            These precious gems of wisdom, 
             I  treasure as priceless assets, 
             I'll preserve  with pride always,  
             As long as this life permits.

            For though the teachers  depart,
            The legacies they leave live  on,
            And carried forward in time,
           To benefit generations to come.