My Thoughts

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       Sometimes  my thoughts are,

        Like stray clouds,

  Blown around on a windy day,
I know not where they are headed to,
And if ever be put at rest.


But I want them to be sensible, 
   And choose the right path, 
   Not roam about aimlessly,
   Only at the mercy of the wind. 

  I want them to be like summer rain,
 Descending on the  drying  landmass,
 Reviving life and cheer and vigour, 
 All around, on the land and air.

DEAR , ADORABLE , RAMA !

I often wonder what you really were,

A common man turned superhuman,

By performing incredible feats,

All through his life's journey.

 Or, an incarnation of God Himself, 

 Born to human parents as a son,

Who went through all experiences,

 Like anyone living on the earth?

Either way, you must have been, 

A miracle among the mortals,

Who was born, lived and died, 

Just as any human ever did.

An ideal son, brother and friend,
A saviour of the weak and oppressed,

 who fought against the evil all through 

And proved it would never succeed.  

 A king most fair, an epitome of justice
 Who practised Dharma as his supreme duty
 Whose rule is known as the best so far

 Whose life is an epic of self-sacrifice!

Footsteps ........

I never hear his footsteps, 
Though he comes  so often,
Sits close by me and whispers,
Many a story into my ears.

Stories which I have been a part of,
And are really worth remembering,
Stories of my simple sweet dreams,

 My passions and innocent follies.

Of jubilations on winning a race,
Of frustration on losing the other,
Of falling victim to unkind weather,
Of bouncing back to health and vigour.

And suddenly I feel another hand,
Tapping  softly on my head,
As if alarming me to get up,
And attend to the chores ahead.

 I know not when they both depart,
As they hardly make a sound,
But guess the former was my past,
And the latter must be the present .

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Thus Spake The  Rose

Snoopy , My Pet

  I have a friend, a cute little one
  I love to call Snoopy
Just one month old at present
But troublesome enough to me.

But honestly,I rarely mind
Its messing with all my things
Tearing my books and chewing them up
And spoiling my socks and shoes

 Follows me wherever  I go
Is jealous of other playmates
Likes to hang around me all the time
And never goes out of sight

I know it's so for he loves me much
And will do the same forever
As both of us will grow together
In years and in friendship as such.