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His dress impressed him like naïve Though he strongly reflected the native Only a half dhoti and a shawl he wore But his simple dress spoke more It was the dress of an Indian peasant Though he emerged as more
When he led, a nation followed When he raised a hand, a nation submitted When he walked, a nation moved When he spoke, a nation observed When he instructed, a nation obeyed When he protested, a nation agitated When he
Words pierce minds like spear hits a beast. The burning passions evaporate in the mist. My body wriggles to straighten from top to bottom For I feel like a burning pipe to burn in ashes But , the incorrigible minds
Non-violence, he didn’t discover Rather, he only got it recover He practiced what he preached He preached what he practiced He experimented himself, to awake He learnt from his own mistake His autobiography was an experiment with truth That remains
He led the struggle, candidly active That had become a national mass drive He led the country, by being self-example To quote Mahatma Gandhi, incidents are ample Truth and non-violence were two sides of same coin Such pragmatic stand, led
It is true that there is no dearth Of all those who are mean by birth Such commodity spares no chance For their motives they always dance When they encounter any hurdle They become upside down like turtle They are
‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !
I want to be part of something Something greater than I Something that will continue to live when am gone I want to live for something something that will change the world something that will promote humanity I want to
All leaders are enough capable To remove problems analyzable; They set few goals achievable, And strive to solve snags tangle. Ready to meet challenges triple Without any hurry or hustle. Calm in disasters are as a temple Faith and hope
(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
Book is the only stop Where all halt from top For knowledge or whop Of all sort and thoughts slop. Though it clear drains prop For teacher or for carhop. They are vaguely clear lop Whenever read makes plop Of
My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with
Your heart is the function of my life, the junction to my freedom and happiness. Your eyes deviate me from my penalties, giving me the chance to oscillate my mind in your gaze. Your gesture is what differentiates my luck
O; happy folk, poetry is the fingers of light, descending at evening like an old farmer with eyes cut from azure. It told me that the sun has two long braids, and goes out at dawn to her grandfather’s flourishing
Orange flower of may Bright burning fire display Big bunches in bouquets form Decorating the Earth they fall upon Rain and sunshine The season brings Pretty green beans Like rattles dangling Standing beauty beside the sidewalk Like fire engines its
Expedition of life starts at dawn. Trainers come genetically, custom and society fill the gap, we start a journey, the route is misty. I started for the Kanchenjunga Half of the track was well lit road rest was chosen weather-wise.
There are no crows by that side of the road just dust and debris from the long-fallow field and that legless marionette hanging from a frame it never seems to age, its expression unchanging a glint of oversized eyes, vicious
Take fifty quarts of water (no mention of beer), three pounds of calcium (well that’s what I hear). Four ounces of sugar – that’s sweet enough 24 pounds of carbon – an estimate, rough. Season with salt: two ounces will
A breeze moves gently Through the long grass Disturbing not a blade. The only sound I hear As they lay me in the ground Are the sounds of butterflies. I listen closely. I hear a dew drop fall Lightly to
Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,
The Seventh Day church built on the bend I curse at the perfection Alongside these potholes dug deep A cemetery for hope Down the road the Pentecostal one wore a hat It seems the years had stripped away all that
Attending your classes, completed a bit syllabus of this subject, Surprising test gives shock in every project Attracting your lecture, impressing of your confidence, Growing of love, console you to be dominance Director of this film, say to never fall,
If someone said to me: “I can’t waste my time just worried about my attitude (like you do), If I did I wouldn’t have my prestigious job, like you don’t; I wouldn’t own my huge expensive house or everything top-of-the-line,
Sometimes I feel really rotten Like someone’s dumped me in a moat And all the world’s against me I cut and bruise and they gloat When I climb out of that well of hell The viscous brown liquid drips along
Suddenly it so happened Our vision collided…. A pause for a moment Like it had stuck in time… You stood there only for second But it seemed to last forever… Snapping into reality You kept on walking on… Dumbfounded I
life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.