Friday, October 23, 2009

My Beloved

One day on blue morning,
With an examiner mischief she asked-
“Admire your beloved”
With more mischief,
I started,
Oh! What to say about her,
She is like a winter’s fur,
And hotter than May’s stir,
She receded,
I proceeded,
God! She has more beauty,
Just like Januarys tweedy,
She started showing her ego’s size,
Unable to hide her foiling eyes,
I continued,
And her interest discontinued;
Oh! She is a blooming flower,
Of spring seasoning shower,
She is a cloud over the sun,
Shady, wady in the rainy season,

With more admiration,
I walked ahead with more assumption,
Oh! She is the lilies delicate scent,
An incarnation of virgin fairy, I meant,
Now it was the limit,
I being a bit timid,
I ended up the game,
When she asked her name,
I answered,
Dear, it’s your soul,
It’s humble, pure with no foul,
And that is my beloved,
My answer was a boffo with lift,
She gave me a clinching gift,
Oh! My beloved, I love you, she said,
And the examinee passed with 1st div, honors added.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Why Seed is Born?

I have seen a seed,
Lying on the road with no cast n creed;
I remember once I threw it-tiny, dry and alone,
From its fruit-its father, mother lost n gone;

The air flows over it,
But it faces the air with a wit;
At last the air throws it on the soil,
I thought the seed will now spoil;

The dust accumulated,
The seed lost its lusture and looks humiliated;
I feel sorry for the seed,
Its prettiness lost with a speed;

I have seen raining like cats and dogs,
The seed is lost with the jumping frogs;
I think the life of seed is over,
It has now become a sea rover;

Thinking I walk and my shoes are worn,
I think about why seed is born;
One week passes by-then two then three,
I think, think and search my questions key;

I have seen a small plant there,
To my surprise where the seed was lost, I swear;
I look at its tiny structure,
It is beautiful, pretty with lots of lusture;

It grows day by day to year by year,
It gains height layer by layer;
It bears hundred fruits and thousand seeds,
I unplug daily one fruit for my needs;

But now I never throw the seed anywhere,
I preserve it for future endeavor;
I can see its father- the gymnosperm,
And its mother- the angiosperm;

I thank to God-Oh! God you are great,
You can make possible everything and create;
You can keep food stored in a seed for years n millions,
A food for the entire humanity so huge in trillions.