The Snow Shower (Quatrain, published in www.poetrysoup.com in Feb,2007)

The Snow Shower

The sky is scattered and fallen down,

The earth is no more brown,

Winter has bidden goodbye to the fall,

Snow flakes have woven the white gown.

 

Very soon they have started to crawl,

On the bare trees standing tall,

With Christmas trees, when they abide

Each looked like a cotton candy ball.

With stored food, having feasted inside,

In their nests, the squirrels like to hide.

Sun is too mild to spread the warmth,

Earth is dressed like a wedding bride

                                                                                                                                               

He Wants To Retreat (Quatrain, featured in www.poetrysoup.com in 28th Feb 2008)

He Wants To Retreat

Ardent passion of going high,

Desire to touch the illusion of sky,

Tempted to earn fame and name ,

Restless effort to reach the aim,

All led to a point of commitment

To earn wealth to uttermost extent,

Where, each success enhances thirst.

Thirst of advancement seems the worst ,

When one forgets to celebrate present success,

Out of fear to miss the next chances to progress,

Ignoring surroundings and overtaking all ,

Though, he reaches his goal after all,

He is in discontentment and melancholy,

Despite his dreams fulfilled , he is wealthy.

He finds himself in a darkness of agitation,

The rivalry of growth and competition.

Within the roar of glory of success,

Receiving compliments and praises,

His peace-less surroundings remind,

His true happiness is left behind.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        

The Worst Warrior After A War (Quatrain)

The Worst Warriors After A War

Having suffered years of grueling tyranny,

Sand is still red which should be tawny.

Iraq has become a land of widows

Men are cruely killed there in rows.

Due to war when families are separated,

Children are those who are worst affected.

Phan Thi Kim Phuc is name of that woman,

Who became goodwill ambassador in 1997,

UNESCO gave her this honorable position

She was photographed in a piteous condition,

During the Vietnam War, in her childhood.

But every child victim's luck isn't so good.

War ends, in some years country recoups,

Civilians honor their patriotic brave troops.

Injured soldiers medicated at country's cost,

Children loose their shelters when they need the most.

Education is far from such kid's dream

They have to leave their self-esteem

Fighting for food, having memories of terrors,

After a war, they are the worst warriors.

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The Life of a Proletarian (published in www.poetrysoup.com in Feb,2007)

 The Life of a Proletarian

Beneath the green dense jungle, he stands pall,

The heated rays touching him seem to have awl.

Facing dreadful animals and insects, he fumbles

Path is lost in shrubs and bushes he often rambles

Having empty stomach, a thirsty throat and an axe

He applies all his muscles to a timber and hacks.

Miserably vestured, not having anything sufficient,

He’s born with the misfortune of being indigent.

Impecuniosities are inherited to him by his ancestors

And he will delegate the same to his youngsters.

For availing each of basic needs he has to strive

This is the way how a wood cutter does survive.

Hoping for a ray of miracle which can enlighten,

He quetches why has he got a life of a proletarian

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A Moonless Summer Night In My Village

A Moonless Summer Night In My Village

Lights of the thousands of stars

Don't seem enough for such a night;

You miss the moon badly

Who can make the night bright.

Without proper transportation,

Without supply of electricity,

Life here is so different,

Deprived of city-like facility.

A moonless night of summer,

Is not a piece of cake.

If you're going for a hike ,

Don't panic if you encounter a snake.

Among the sounds of toads and cockroaches,

When One sound appears different

Do you need your Grand'ma to confirm you

"This is the sound of a serpent."

                                                                                                 

Poety (Acrostic, published in www.poetry.com in 2009)

POETRY

Playing with words very tactfully

Often comes from heart not forcibly

Expressing yourself emotionally

Techniques of writing to be followed ; preferably

Rhyming sounds good but not mandatory

Yield of thinking anything thoughtfully

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Siblings (Acrostic, published in www.poetry.com in 2009)

SIBLINGS

Sharing parents,

Incredible friends,

Blood related,

Love oriented,

If away from home,

Nostalgic for them,

Grown up together,

Soul mates for ever.

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