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Limerick #5

We fight and fight and fight all night,

To see the light nowhere in sight,

The morning dawn

And darkness gone,

We feel the sunlight shining bright…

It’s a sarcasm which I want to convey through the above lines that we can fight over things and want the nature to behave the way we want it too. But it works with it’s own rhythm and own beauty…

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An ode to the slain soldier

26th July 1999…

Kargil Vijay Diwas…

A day to commemorate the ultimate sacrifice of our soldiers…

My ode to the slain soldier :

When the neighbour back stabbed us in the name of peace,

Let us be prepared to break his house piece by piece,

Let him not forget that he has messed up really bad,

We still remember our jawan bodies being ice clad,

We cannot forget the teary Mother or the widow or the kid,

For the enemy, who killed her son or husband or father, sordid…

One of the bravery stories from many which are a part of Indian history now…

July 7, 1999…

He was assigned the task of taking point 5140. (My readers also need to know that not all mountains are named like the Everest or Kailash or Kanchenjunga, but rather they are given numbers related to coordinates of their position). It was a hill top. The enemy was on the top and it was one of the important hills which needed to be taken for our successful defence and driving the enemy out. The warfare was going to be tough but Captain Vikram, decided to go ahead. Captain Vikram started moving through the rough terrain slowly but steadily and within hours the point 5140 was ours. ‘Yeh Dil maange more’ the code word was transmitted. His commanders were happy about his success when they received the radio message.

Mission accomplished. Vikram and his troops now had to return. But the son of the soil decided to move ahead and take point 4875. There had been casualties in his troop but the spirits were high. So on they went, with the permission from their superiors. Maybe Netaji’s words to his INA “Ab Delhi mein milenge” must be ringing in their ears by now. The task was impossible according to their seniors. But our brave troops tread on.

The enemy was anticipating the attack and was fully prepared. The attack was mounted but the Indian side suffered heavy casualties. One of the soldier was grievously injured and was in the path of the enemy bullets. The soldier was lying near the enemy lines. Captain Batra without even thinking for a moment lept out out from his position and ran towards to soldier. He was fired upon and he took five bullets in his chest and head. The enemy soldiers pounced upon him and in this combat he killed five enemy soldiers. But this assault was lethal. Captain Vikram Batra attained Martyrdom.

Captain Vikram Batra, who led the toughest mountain warfare, was often referred as Sher Shah in the messages intercepted by the Pakistani Army.

He could have had a good and peaceful life in the Merchant Navy, which he had initially joined. But being in the front, to fight for Bharat was his dream, which he fulfilled.

Bharat and Bharatiya’s indeed should be grateful to such soldiers who give up their lives for our peace. People will commemorate this day by wishing each other and changing their DP’s and updating their status, (which I am not against as I myself will also put up one once am done writing this blog) but hope they remember people like Captain Vikram Batra and the other 566 soldiers who attained martyrdom to liberate our Motherland from the enemy.

Lastly let’s end with two lines from the famous song sung by the soldiers of INA

“Kadam kadam badhaye jaa, khushike geet gaayeja,

Yeh zindagi hai kaum ki, tu kaum pe lutaaye jaa”…

Jai Hind

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Haiku – Series 2 #5

The lecture begins

The students joins in and yawn

There’s complete silence…

Isn’t this the situation everyday? Parents want their kids to study. Teacher wants the students to study. But does anyone ask them ever?

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Limerick #4

Father of four children, once upon a time,

Whose sons would just do nothing but whine,

One day He took them

Out, to show His work,

They understood; from that day, they were fine…

As the sons understood, hope we all children of the Father in heaven also understand…

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Chocolates

Wishing you all a very Happy Chocolate Day!

Some like them white,

Some like them dark,

What difference does it make!

As all make us spark

Some like them hot,

Some like them cold,

Let us eat them all, I say,

The taste they behold

From Caramel to Eclairs and Five star

And Cadbury to Chips to Dairy Milk,

Lindt, Ferero Rocher, Bomboni to spare,

Whichever they may be, will never share….

I just love chocolates! Who doesn’t? Only a edentate would. On the World Chocolate Day, would urge people to eat chocolates daily, especially dark ones, as they keep you healthy

Wishing you all a Happy Chocolate Day again!

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Haiku – Series 2 #3

The rains and the winds,

With tea, chutney, pakoras,

And you too my love…

Just a simple thought but lots of love involved in it. The idea of having tea with your partner in the torrential rains is so romantic that it cannot be described in words…

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Sonnet #1

The Neighbourly Way

Are the neighbours going to fight?

Is the question in everyone’s mind,

The clouds of war are in near sight,

The treaties they sign, nowhere bind…

We live along and share our borders,

And quarrel alike some brothers,

The old wounds that makes us bother,

There is fire which nothing smothers…

*

Panchsheel and Buddha gave us a way,

We chartered the path till we can,

Always a hand forward ready to sway,

A big heart, we kept, like a man,

The days of friendship are over now,

Cause Shree Krishna way, will we tow…

*

A sonnet is a 14 line poem which can be written in different rhyme schemes. I have followed a Shakespearen rhyme scheme of a b a b c d c d and e f e f g g. Its talks about a problem in the first 8 lines and then the solution in the next 6 lines. Have purposely kept my topic away from love and written about a geopolitical issue of my country.

Will be trying to write more sonnets in the near future and maybe a few romantic ones as well…

In the meanwhile, pls comment on the above that you read…

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Father’s Day

Acrostic about Father

F – Foresighted

A – Alert

T – Tough

H – Humble

E – Emotional

R – Respected

Poem

Forefront fighter of the house

Always the fire, he will douse,

Tight rope around the belly, with

Hose pipes of differing width,

Ever ready to fight and care,

Round the clock, but no fare

Have just described a father on job. Both the parents have a 24 hour job of care. Both do it without any cravings and cribbings.

Try to understand the poem from a father’s perspective as he is always fire fighting. In all situations he is the first to stand up to difficulties. Again the difficulties are different so they need different types of tackling. And after this, there is of course no fare / no charges earned for it.

If you ask my kids, their meaning of father is different.

Just a joke to make you all laugh. They just love me.

Wishing you all a very Happy Fathers Day…

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First Rains… 2

The cold winds and the water falling from above,

Gets us drenched with a feeling of oneness and love…

Let us all dance and talk and play in this first rain,

Let us keep aside our inhibitions and brain…

Happy Monsoons…

This is what I had written last year, but the experience this year has been completely different.

Waiting at my window sill,

Watch the water droplets drip,

Dancing as if it is a drill,

Love the drop upon my lip…

I am fine no need of a pill,

The winds blow as they whip,

My life is great, no need of a fill,

Get out and love is the tip…

Am trying to write something in a different way. Maybe the poem might not make sense as a whole, but read the alternate lines and they tell a different story. You will find poem in line 1,3,5 and 7 as well as in line 2,4,6 and 8.

Please drop a message telling me if you liked it or suggesting some other ways to do my poems. Always open for love and criticism.

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Limerick – 3

The art of mixing sugar, milk and tea

And the art of washing cups, to see

One to be prepared by you

The other be done by me,

Isn’t that what’s called a happy family?

Just a small state of affairs at all homes during lockdown. The otherwise trifle matter of making tea and washing cups have become a point of discussions with the range from how to wash them and which is the right method to wash the.

Making tea is an art. There are two ways practised in India. One add tea to boiling milk or second add milk to boiling tea. Both have their own different tastes, so I consider making tea an art. Even the Japanese would agree with me!🙃

Regarding washing cups being an art, ask the lady of your house, if you havent understand it till now. No one male would have been left without this experience during the lockdown days.

So just laugh and enjoy your tea!!!

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रूद्रावतार…

Representational picture

शिवजी ने तीसरी आँख खोल ली है,

कैलास समेत पृथ्वी अब डोलेगी।

मातृभूमि के वीर जवानों ने कल खेली होली है,

अब चीन ही क्या! सारी दुनिया चरण चूमेगी।।

जागो माँ के सपूतों जागो,

समय बीता अब सोने का।

देश के वीर जवानों ने कल जान की बाझी लगा दी,

अब समय आया, हवन कर, अपनी समिधा का।।

राष्ट्र मांग रहा है आज हमसे,

आओ दें हम भी बलिदान

एक एक इंच इस जमीन को अरिमुक्त करें,

यही है सिंधु संस्कृति की पहचान।।

अपनी माँ को कोई कैसै आँख दिखाए?

हम उस आँख को नोंच लेंगे।

अब ना कोई हमें शांति सिखाए!

हम अपना रास्ता चून लेंगे।।

Dedicated to the 20 Soldiers who sacrificed their life towards their duty towards Motherland India.

I know it might not sound as a perfect poetry, but at the same time would not like to mince my words so have left it as it is without worrying about its metre.

Jai Hind!!!

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Haiku – Series 2 #2

Hope, the sole factor

Keeps a person going strong,

And achieve his goals…

The days of Unlock 1.0 are passing by and we can see people rushing to their jobs not only to earn but a zest and enthusiasm of positivity to survive and live.

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Poem #26

Today I want to express my gratitude to all my students, past and present who have cooperated with us during all these times. With you all being there has always kept us young and always in the mode of learning.

My Students…

I dont why but I always wanted to be Teacher,

My parents despised this decision in worry of my future,

The idea of learning, all negativity to withstand,

Is the driving force of my passion, hope all understand…

The smiling face of my kids with questions ready,

Thir opening up with their likes, though slow and steady,

Their dislikes too need to be understood and heard,

So that they do not become the part of the herd…

I just love the days that I spend with my students,

Kids they are, facile, not a hint of fraudulence,

They make me noble and drive out my aggresion

For that’s the reason, that am a teacher by profession…

TYSM KIDS…

Am also a proud father of my son as he is my student too. A dedicated boy of this generation who is a normal child and is moulding me to becoming a better dad and a teacher.

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Poem #25

Never Give Up…

It was a day of tensed emotions,

The danger was coming over the ocean.

But the cyclone never hit the mumbai land,

It just caressed Mumbai with a soft hand.

The spirit and zest of her citizens is well known,

It never wavers nor leaves anyone alone.

They take care of every stray kitten and pup,

As they are indomitable and never give up…

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Poem #24

UNLOCK 1

Lock or unlock

But please dont flock

Is the appeal from the PM…

Run or walk

But please do not talk

Is the new anthem…

Open shops on one side,

And close all on the other,

Is the new diktat of the CM…

Malls, salons and schools wont open,

But Hotels, Restaurants will reopen,

Let us understand the arrangement…

Food clothing and shelter are always the basic needs,

But we all want to educate and make a plant of our seeds,

We never want to understand the natural system…

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Limerick – 2

Me and better half had an arguement,

About the working of the government,

About what they can do,

And what they cannot do,

Meanwhile it fell, to our embarrassment…

Just a small joke on the coalition governments giving an example of a couple, their misunderstandings and how it leads to the fall of the government.

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Poem #22

WORDS

I am distressed, that your words have dried up,

Am I so undeserving that you have given up?

I will change is what you always believe in,

Give me one more chance, to keep up your chin.

I would be happy to write what you have to say,

And take it to the last person, bogged down and stray.

So please speak! as your words soothe me within,

I will comply to each word, so that you will win…