CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Achievements mounting, slackness in his approach,unseen
~A grateful tribute to all my teachers’ abode, alive or above
A revere done indeed in profession and in nobility
Stones may vary in shapes, colour or in stoutness,
But he is the one who decides their final credibility.
Imagine those stray pebbles lying lonely on the beach,
Consider those heaped at times without a thought,
Or rocks that yield stones in the quarry in a bunch
Many such stones with different history have brought.
Some may have siblings with them, some truly listless,
Some oft roaming, rolling, gathering no mass or goal,
A touch here, a touch there, gently‘ll make them stroll.
But some may conceal gold or diamonds within them,
Ruminating how such influences had showered indeed,
Humble thoughts wafting through my mind these days,
Sculptor, who spots and shapes amongst the raw breed
Chiseling and polishing the best out in many ways
Guiding them to the top of the ladder, with no slips around,
Glorified, yet, the ladder remains stay put on the ground.
Glowing tributes to all those gladiator radars, I thank thee.
Have we ever or will we ever try to forget
Our freedom fought with sacrifice and pain,
The war we fought and won with an epithet.
Witnessing a massive interest in non-violence,
Eight into eight years hence, the same august
Bringing in memories of Bapuji in present tense
Thanks to Anna Hazare, bizarre in name, but just.
Corruption, often found in diction, now rampant,
With political imbroglio and disaster invitation,
Leaders, a few, collude with antisocial element,
Selfishly staking the nation into indignation.
Cancer of corruption with venomous pangs in wait
Something to be done fast before disintegration,
Freedom of our nation to be protected as a trait.
Wake up call has come now, to rise to the occasion.
We need a party that rules, not ruins the nation,
Governing, safeguarding people in right earnest
Their needs, their freedom of mind with devotion,
Defiant Anna, needs a dedicated public with zest
Succumbing never before these rulers, sans spine
Many under a spectrum of corruption and practice
A distraught nation needs Anna’s ilk and doctrine
Let us hail Lokpal, hail Anna, may his tribe increase
UNASSUMING MUSINGS ON A FATHER’S DAY
Unsung hero oft unheralded in every memory,
Sole breadwinner in many a home, even away,
Toiling hard zestfully, manfully sans rewards,
Fathers’ day, a salutation to him with regards.
Belonging to the same fraternity, yours truly,
Never the ideal to brag or immortalize, really,
Topic debated vociferously everywhere in zeal
Paternal or maternal who is pivotal and vital.
Housing an embryo in virgin womb and again
Black or white, male or female, sane or insane,
Maternity is divine, par excellence, none doubts,
Sacrifice, indeed, nonpareil, well beyond words.
Selfless nine months and really thereafter for years,
Sleep on curfew, with more and more nightmares,
Cheering them, rearing them, a peerless servitude,
An epitome of patience, an epitaph of motherhood.
Yet paternity never ever the disliked bandwagon
Sharing or sparing the vital chromosomal genomes,
Indeed the pride of the house, more often than not
Birth of a child multiplies his fortunes untying the knot
Opinions may divide or differ, kindly excuse for sure,
Paternity thereafter regaining greater composure,
Likes and dislikes often contrasted and compared,
Virtues and vices indeed dissected and discussed.
Wiser things and worldliness often father’s reign
Portrayed oft as tough, in an affection less terrain,
Kind and considerate ever the mother’s domain
Quotes sometimes may misguide us to refrain.
Father of the nation, this cliché does not hail mother,
Mother wit, mother earth, and tongue also mother,
In disgust we quip, as mother of all evils, is that true,
Titles bemuse me and confusing, How about you
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