GRAND FATHER
Our grandfather by the sea, blind.
His deck chair settles our rug on the stones
and his face takes sunlight like thirst.
We always play games that need speaking;
each of our cards and moves are told.
And he smiles in his taking part.
We are saying our childhood to this old man
and his beautiful face,
liver-marked and shy,
has no end in its space,
no end in its gentleness,
to hold a whole life
of listening left to do.
Vishupartap Singh
Vill. Billawat
Ramban
A STATE OF BLISS!
He sat nervously with
his books open, watching;
Curved and crooked lines
of his handwriting,
Legible to some extent,
gazing!
Words appeared to float
In Oblivion.
He stood there, senseless,
Only Eyes darting
From one end of the line to another
Comprehending nothing, as if,
These existed there before, but,
Never made any acquaintance.
Time and again, these appeared more strange than ever.
Queer!
Suddenly rang the school bell!
Distracted,
He regained his senses,
The awareness brought with it
A joy,
A joy, declaring the class was over,
A joy, gifting him back the essence of his childhood,
No more question to be asked,
And
No more questions to be answered,
No more beating of rod,
No more forced intellect,
Only
Adolescent joy,
A State of Bliss!
Ram Krishan
TREE
Hello my dear tree,
Hello my dear tree,
Keep us all pollution free.
You are called the green gold,
You keep us fresh and cold.
You provide us with snow and rain,
And best shelter to all animal and man.
Almighty God has made you,
The Godman has worshipped you.
The key behind prosperity is you,
The pollution is killed by you.
Otherwise the pollution is at our door,
Causing death more and more.
To aim high for more beautification,
To make healthy wealthy nation.
Trees are made for beautification,
Not for any negative consideration.
Let us all well behave,
Thus only our lives can be saved
S.D.Singh
Retd Range Officer
THE ONLY ONE
She is the one in our life,
Gives us birth, holds our hand
Till the end, cares for us
Call her mother or motherland.
She is the one in our life,
Accompanies us like our own skin
Grows up with us, like us
Call her sister or a supportive kin.
She is the one in our life,
With whom our ideas blend
Shares our sorrrows and happiness
Call her buddy or a friend.
She is the one in our life,
Cares for us like God above
The partner of our liveliness
Call her wife or your love.
Yes, she is the one in our life
Give her strength and respect
Bestow the world with women,
Or the world will be wrecked.
Antriksh Sehgal
Department of CS and IT
Central University, Jammu
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