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 .

 ,

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.

Gratus

           Of the countless people,  
          I feel deeply thankful to,  
         Here are a few I never forget, 
         To remember and appreciate.

          On top of the list are my parents,
          Who brought me to this world,
          And helped me grow safely, 
          Into the person I have been.

          Ever indebted  to my teachers,
           And elders of the family I am,
          Who helped me evolve in ways,
           More than I can enumerate. 
  
            Truly grateful I  ever feel,
           To all my friends and colleagues, 
            For being strongly supportive,
           Whenever I felt weak and upset.


            Fortunate it has been of me,
           In having a wonderful family,
           That gives me unconditional love,
           Despite all my shortcomings.

            
            I indeed  owe deep gratitude, 
             To Mother Nature as well,
           Who provides all living creatures,
         What they need to survive and flourish. 


           And as the springhead of all blessings,
            I bow to thee Almighty Lord! 
             For all that I have been given,
                During this journey of life.
           
            

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