Modi’s political opponents, adversaries, detractors,
feel dwarfed, helpless, and reduced to insignificance
before Narendar’s all- engulfing selflessness, zeal,
and unwavering commitment to result-oriented governance.
All alliances, ” Ghatbandans”, Tukde- Tukde Gang,
have miserably flopped, and got swept away by
the sweeping tide of love,
admiration and adulation the people of Bharat,
have exhibited in the General Elections of 2014 and 2019,
for their “Pradhan Sewak”!
Abrogation of divisive Articles 370 and 35- A,
in Parliament, the scourge of ” Triple- Talaak,
as termites corroding the very matrix of the Nation
got annulled in Parliament, thanks to devoted iconic “Pradhan Sevak” !
Implementation of diverse ‘Yojnas’, has acted as a soothing balm,
upon the wounds of poverty, hunger, and the neglected ones.
God bless our great Pradhan Sewak
Prof K B Razdan
My Mother you are the Goddess of eternity,
You are having the nature of serenity.
Sacrifices you made many for me,
Since my birth, even in Womb I see.
The nature of happiness present on your face,
When I got the victory in the particular race.
Your strict rules, mild friendship with me,
Your esteemed character,
your worship for me.
You can’t see me in pain,
You become a umbrella when it is rain.
You become a shadow when it is hot,
Your love for me is extremely lot.
Your are silent when you are sad,
You are everything for me now-Mom and Dad.
You strengthened me and supported me,
You encouraged me and inspired me.
You helped me come out of troubles,
You taught me how to cross the hurdles.
Mom, Maa, Mummy, Mother and other name,
When I listen these I feel much in fame.
With lots of love always to you,
From your only son Rajju.
It is not wealth, it is not fame,
Nor rank, nor power nor honoured name.
It is not triumph in the Arts-
Best-selling books or leading parts.
It is not plaudits of the crowd,
The flame of flags, processions proud.
The panegyrics of the Press
are but the mirage of Success.
You may have all of them, my friend,
Yet be a failure in the end.
I’ve know proud Presidents of banks
Who’ve fought their way up from the ranks,
And party leaders of renown
Who played as boys in Shantytown.
Strong, self-made men, yet seek to trace
Benignity in any face;
Grim purpose, mastery maybe,
Yet never sweet serenity;
Never contentment, thoughts that bless-
That mellow joy I deem Success.
They haply seek some humble hearth,
Quite poor in goods yet rich in mirth,
And see a man of common clay
Watching his little ones at play;
A laughing fellow full of cheer,
Health, strength and faith that mocks at fear;
Who for his happiness relies
On joys he lights in other eyes;
He loves his home and envies none. . . .
Who is happier beneath the sun?
Aye, though he walk in lowly ways,
Shining Success has crowned his days.
Rittu & Vishu