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To an Owl

10 Feb

owl1.jpgOh, you nocturnal beauty,
why do you stare at me,
Has no one ever impressed you?
Or has no one dared to look at you?

Indeed your looks have impressed me,
Night and Day I dream about you,
Those beautiful eyes that stare keep me awake,
Eagerly I wait for my next encounter with you

owl3.jpgThough once in our Villages you were plenty,
When in Nature we did find Solace,
Financially poor were we,
But our heart was full of love for thee,

Late at night we did hear your voice,
Though now only a few trees remain,
Greedy Men have encroached thy place of rest,
Destroying nature night and day for petty interests.

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To a Cuckoo

26 Jan
Asian Koel of Cuckoo Family

Asian Koel of Cuckoo Family

Long I have heard your voice, that melodious voice,
Koo-Ooo Koo-Ooo, Koo-Ooo Koo-Ooo,
Theme of popular poets and tune of famous movies,
Oh wandering voice I love thee, though never have I seen thee

Once in my In-Laws house, I happened to see you,
Perched on a tree, gazing left and right,
Infinite joy filled my heart,
Of finally perceiving the voice I so long enjoyed

Perfect black beauty with long tail,
Dark crimson eyes staring right at me,
Grey feet and bill grey cum greenish pale,
You adorable Cuckoo, how lovely though art

Back to my daily chores I am now, Of monotony and strain,
Whenever I am drenched by Life`s pains,
I recall to mind that beautiful day I perceived you,
Like a mild medicine, you relive me

Your vision gives me the energy to restart every day anew,
Koo-Ooo Koo-Ooo, God is everywhere you confirm,
Blessed be his name for all eternity,
For creating nature and life so precious

To People Who Walk In Darkness!

24 Dec

By Isaiah

The people who walked in darkness

 have seen a great light;

Upon those who lived in a land of gloom

a light has shone.

You have brought them abundant joy

and great rejoicing;

They rejoice before you as people rejoice at harvest,

as they exult when dividing the spoils.

For the yoke that burdened them,

the pole on their shoulder,

The rod of their taskmaster,

you have smashed, as on the day of Midian.

For every boot that tramped in battle,

every cloak rolled in blood,

will be burned as fuel for fire.

For a child is born to us,
a son is given to us;

upon his shoulder dominion rests.

They name him
Wonder-Counselor,
God-Hero,
Father-Forever,
Prince of Peace.

His dominion is vast

and forever peaceful,

Upon David’s throne, and over his kingdom,

which he confirms and sustains

By judgment and justice,

both now and forever.

The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this!

To a Pied Myna

23 Sep

Glamorous looks, Melodious voice,PiedMyna
You shy little Pied Myna, why do you avoid me,
I love your company, be dear to me
I want to hear you, come near to me

I know unlike your cousin the Common Myna,
You aren`t bold enough,
But your beauty surpasses the boldness,
Beautiful is a useful as the useful,
So why worry sing a song of melody

PiedMyna2You enjoy with your comrades flying left and right,
With joyful chill bill of friendship,
Your looks send vibes of joy through one’s soul,
We are addicted to technology but only in nature do we find solace

Oh sometimes indulged in lust and glamour I lose sight of you,
Politics and vain glory eat my head,
But now firmly do I resolve not to lust and no to vain politics,
Firmly till the end for eternity like you to enjoy for God`s glory

 

The Three Kings

25 Dec

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three Kings came riding from far away,img_20161218_234810
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they travelled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

The star was so beautiful, large and clear,
That all the other stars of the sky
Became a white mist in the atmosphere,
And by this they knew that the coming was near
Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,
Three caskets of gold with golden keys;
Their robes were of crimson silk with rows
Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,
Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.

And so the Three Kings rode into the West,
Through the dusk of the night, over hill and dell,
And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast,
And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,
With the people they met at some wayside well.

“Of the child that is born,” said Baltasar,
“Good people, I pray you, tell us the news;
For we in the East have seen his star,
And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,
To find and worship the King of the Jews.”

And the people answered, “You ask in vain;
We know of no King but Herod the Great!”
They thought the Wise Men were men insane,
As they spurred their horses across the plain,
Like riders in haste, who cannot wait.

And when they came to Jerusalem,
Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,
Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;
And said, “Go down unto Bethlehem,
And bring me tidings of this new king.”

So they rode away; and the star stood still,
The only one in the grey of morn;
Yes, it stopped –it stood still of its own free will,
Right over Bethlehem on the hill,
The city of David, where Christ was born.

And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard,
Through the silent street, till their horses turned
And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;
But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred,
And only a light in the stable burned.

And cradled there in the scented hay,
In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,
The little child in the manger lay,
The child, that would be king one day
Of a kingdom not human, but divine.

His mother Mary of Nazareth
Sat watching beside his place of rest,
Watching the even flow of his breath,
For the joy of life and the terror of death
Were mingled together in her breast.

They laid their offerings at his feet:
The gold was their tribute to a King,
The frankincense, with its odor sweet,
Was for the Priest, the Paraclete,
The myrrh for the body’s burying.

And the mother wondered and bowed her head,
And sat as still as a statue of stone,
Her heart was troubled yet comforted,
Remembering what the Angel had said
Of an endless reign and of David’s throne.

Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,
With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;
But they went not back to Herod the Great,
For they knew his malice and feared his hate,
And returned to their homes by another way.

To a Laborer

21 Oct

laborer
Oh Laborer of a desert city,
You toil day and night without rest,
Doing your best to build the city that never rests,
From the tallest to the smartest towers your hand exists,
But seldom people recognise that you even subsist

Short sleepless nights, to long working hours,
Weekends or weekdays are no different to you,
No worldly pleasure only dreams of a bright future,
Cold winter and hot summer are all that you enjoy,
Oh God does see your plight and shall give you rest

Some never survive to tell the tale,
Weakness, hopelessness kill their being,
Only some survive to see the face of their loved ones,
Oh what a joy to see their Papa, Husband, Son back,
Joy and Glory greater than a valiant soldier from war

With lot of dreams did they arrive at this land,
Many did realise their dreams to see their kids prosper,
Some admire this land compared to their own,
Many are desperate wanting to go back to their loved ones,
Oh Laborer, we honour you and pray for you

To a White Tiger

16 Jul

It roams around in a cage of glass,
With royal posture and grim looks,
It growls at the onlooker on green grass,
Elegantly doing the routine catwalk on hooks,
Unknowing the pleasure it gives to mankind

The White tiger with its royal acclaim,
A pleasure to eyes and solace to mind,
Oh mighty cat you know not our claim,
Children excited, adults in full wind,
To have your view because you are so few

Once you did used to rule our jungle,
Though seldom people knew your value,
Many men indifferently struggle,
Your nails to tail they devalue,
Oh if they admired your beauty, so precious

Time has passed and technology at it`s brink,
No longer do men need trees for warmth or cool,
Entertainment is all around, plenty to eat and drink,
Everything seems a click away and men be-fooled,
Only to be entangled in more misery till extinct