School
Every morn, the unkind sun;
would wake us up, and send us on a run.
The bags on our back, weighed us down,
doomed to school, we trudged along.
Friends made us forget, the miseries of our life;
the unfinished homework and the projects to compile.
The eager opening of the lunch boxes,
and a clamour to share; all of us, had something to spare.
And in the after lunch hour, as we chose to doze;
the teacher singled us out, for a question to pose.
With a multitude of eyes staring at every lost face;
we wished, to instantly disappear into space.
At last, when the much awaited closing bell sounded;
after being for hours hounded,
we would from the classes flee,
unabashed with childish glee.
Life was so simple, it's hard to believe;
no worldly woes, no targets to achieve.
We fail to value the moments, until we chance to loose,
is rightly said, of our days at school.
Wind
Blowing tenderly upon my face,
like sweet kisses from an innocent babe. Much alike a naughty lad you blow, tongue in cheek;
making my hair and skirt go astray, in mischief.
Sand and dust into my eyes, you send forth;
akin to a sullen juvenile, who has lost his mirth.
From the womb of the sea, sometimes you rise;
possessed Poseidon, all out to wreck chaos.
To thee, we owe our very breath;
From the womb of the sea, sometimes you rise;
possessed Poseidon, all out to wreck chaos.
To thee, we owe our very breath;
blessed with which, is our beloved earth.
Ganges
Rippling along the hills you flow, like a songstress on an encore;
meandering through the forest plains, you remind me of a virgin bride's, satin train.
The pebbles in your shallows gleam,
like a jeweled veil, over the brow of a queen.
The hunter and the hunted throng to you, to quench their thirst;
like nursing infants to their mother's bosom.
Longing lovers gaze, lost in your misty maze.
O' eternal witness to birth, love and demise; you smilingly, comply.
Accepting the holy oblations, and the filth thrown at you, with equal grace;
choked by human sins, you make your way to meet your fate.
Wavering like, in drunken stupor; eager to end your soiled life,
Ganges
Rippling along the hills you flow, like a songstress on an encore;
meandering through the forest plains, you remind me of a virgin bride's, satin train.
The pebbles in your shallows gleam,
like a jeweled veil, over the brow of a queen.
The hunter and the hunted throng to you, to quench their thirst;
like nursing infants to their mother's bosom.
Longing lovers gaze, lost in your misty maze.
O' eternal witness to birth, love and demise; you smilingly, comply.
Accepting the holy oblations, and the filth thrown at you, with equal grace;
choked by human sins, you make your way to meet your fate.
Wavering like, in drunken stupor; eager to end your soiled life,
and perpetually escape into the oceans from this perpetrated vice.
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