MIRAGE

He stumbled over, as he ran blindly

To reach the gold pot of the rainbow

Little did he see, at what he stumbled on

Was itself a pot full of, the yellow gold

BURN

Inside the huge Golf club the

Rich play to burn their bread

Outside the club in the hot sun

Women burn to earn their bread

THE FLUTTERING CLOTH

From the closed window of a house so high

From the 30^th floor of a tall standing tower

A piece of long cloth kept fluttering mutely

As the gushing breeze whirled around it

The people walked on the road below there

Saw the fluttering cloth on top as if it was a flag

Each one thought as per their own mind set

The meteorologist looked at the wind direction

A politician thought  it was some  party flag

Businessman took it as a new commercial way

A child asked, “Ma why is there a cloth fluttering?”

The mother looked up at it, and thought in heart

Maybe another new bride is trapped there again.

THE WAITING

She changed the sheets on the bed

Lest the kids can roll on the fresh sheet

She polished the sink until it shined

The kids should not feel it not so good

She made some sweets and spicy too

All that can make the kids enjoy

Kept the craft’s thing ready for their reach

The knife, the scissors, the paint and gum-

She looked at the clock repeatedly

Time ticked on, but the bell did not ring

The phone call came– his son said

Sorry, Mama, we can’t come, urgent work

Sadly, her eyes looked at arranged things

She removed the craft, the sweets and others

Now she will start waiting for the next six days

For the Saturday, for her grandkids to visit her

FIRST RAIN

 I wondered why the fragrance of rain

The first rain-wet soil enthrals us so much

Understood, our soul knows well, that

It originated from and will end only there

THE CANDLE MARCH

The gifted walked on at the silent candle march

With posters for saving stray dogs on the road

Bunch of half-clad orphans sleeping on the footpath

Gazed tiredly, as their empty stomachs knotted in pain

YOU CUT MY ROOTS

      

When You held my hand, how I dreamed

About wonderful future colourful life for me

Sheltering me from sun, rain, I mistook  as care

When you started cutting my branches, roots

Understood, you did not want my growth

Yes , wife or Bonsai just a show piece for men

SCORPIAN

Once a scorpion thought of changing

She thought to give up her stinging

But become friendly and hug everyone

She will be liked too as a pet of someone

But the moment she tried to hug a man

He hammered her to death instantly

Poor she did not know the truth about men

All they need is Supremacy, not a friendship

CAN WE DO THIS?

Knowingly or unknowingly, we had picked up so many habits of the west. Our present generation of children is not able to speak their mother tongue as English has become our way of communication. So many more liking Pizzas to fast foods to watching cartoons and the way our children dress.

But, a very good habit of the west we had missed out.  There every child above the age of 10 years tries to do some work and earn money on their own. I had seen young kids washing cars in the parking area, cutting grass on lawns, sometimes selling second-hand clothes etc. These children are from very well-placed families and still, the parents allow their children to work, as that teaches the children the value and worth of money.

In our Indian houses, even teenage boys studying in colleges, take money from their parents for their parties or other expenses. During the entire vacation period or holidays, the children sit and waste their time on cell phone games.

At least two hours of physical work could teach children a lot of discipline. Working in a store as an assistant, or in a garment shop, etc will teach our children real-life situations, like obeying the orders of the masters, and following the work culture expected. Children will learn both discipline and the value of money as they earn it with their effort.

Our present generation is pampered and spoiled by their parents. Even the kids of the working class  people like maids, gardeners, drivers etc, the parents bend backwards to fetch the costly watch or cell phone or designer dress, and the kids hardly realize the pain their parents had taken. They bunk colleges and hang around and enjoy.

I feel, with so many changes in our education system, the school should encourage kids, who had done some work and have earned money. Besides learning the way of life, they also learn the importance of discipline and the value of money. More than that, the empty minds of the kids, will not attract or force them to minor crimes just for the thrill.  Their action of taking the puppy love of schooling so seriously and indulging in violence too can be avoided.

I hope parents of young kids, will think of such possibilities.

THE SECRET

The most common question asked

One and all ask me, very frequently is

How do I manage to get so much energy

How do I manage to live happily at this age

Believe me, I do no yoga, no exercise

Nor I take any medicines made special

Yes, you will be surprised to hear this

The truth is, all that lasting love I earned

The abundant, innocent love of children

For years my whole life was with children

It was not the subjects I taught them but

More was the warmth we shared in life

Never rebuked a single child in my life

For incomplete homework, or low scores

Managed to teach them, Life is much more

Simple living, kindness, caring, and sharing is life

These happy hours I spent had filled our hearts

After fifty years, the kid I taught, still cherishes it.

If your life is spent with dead files, flickering PV, cell

Makes your life dry and your heart ages faster

Time-shared with any children, even not yours

Will be your Bank balance for your life, try it.

This deposit all is free and for you, easy to earn