Deeds

If one is miserable,

Be merciful towards it.

If one is hungry,

Feel hunger inside it.

If one is melancholy,

Search the meaning behind it.

If one is thirsty,

Think the thirst about it.

The mind will vibrate,

When you angst.

Take a step,

Go for good deeds.

That no one can fall,

The brightness is for all.

          ---Dr. Richa Smriti, Director (Navodaya Development and Research Society)

Corona!!

Havoc headed up,

To touch and tear,

The ferocious attack,

Of the veil virus Corona.

We creatures are crawling,

Hide, behind lock inside,

Indeed that is need in a hard time.

No timidity to steal away oneself,

This is the courage to cover,

The wall is wall over.

Distance deals the diverse,

To escape to save,

Minimize the needs,

In the seeds,

If wants to see the flower,

Be calm, be cool,

Don’t act like a fool.

If you want to flourish the future,

Live inside the hole,

Till human chain not hold,

The scars and scream,

Had made you teach,

Nation and nation,

Had been sealed.

Appeal, to clean,

Rub and scrub,

The globe will galore again,

We destroy the virulent virus,

In gaiety we will live agile,

Hands in hands then make a smile.   

                                                                             ----- Dr. Richa Smriti

Green

Beneath the sky,
Beside the bush,
The beak wants to seek.
Some crimson, some purple stain,
Petals dancing in the tunes,
Some are humming,
Some are buzzing,
But some are hand in hand.
Under the green, with full sheen,
The waves in water up and low,
And ducks are swimming very slow.
The flight of parrot passing,
The soothing breeze charming.
The greenish row calling,
And glaring the bright smiles.
Behold the beauty, beneath the sky.
Go green, make green, be green.

SHE

II. Baby

The chapter closed or open,
The problem solved or raise,
Voice raising inside, raising inside.
One vanish and another coming beside.

She born in gloom ,
But alas! On the cheek around,
The heaven had fall,
She escapes, she escapes.

Leave in lurch, not to search,
What she needs,
The woolen apparels,
The milk, the necessary needs.

Cry, cry, lot she cry,
Who hear and who will come near?
There is no sympathy for the red bubbly,
Eyes arise up toward, no one to see forward.

Take water, and keep quite,
No time to make shelter behind,
You is she because you don’t feel,
That we will be kind.

What is she?
A small baby.
Needs mother feeding,
But they have no feeling.

Bones need soft touch,
Of mother oily hands,
But the little one,
Is being cramped, cramped.

Why this crime is being?
She is also human being.
Born in she is crime,
Treated like culprit.

She flows for a long ago,
How much life will ado?
How she will sail?
How! She will save?

What about the many she?
Which floats from time to time?
Who gain or who loss?
When all the boundaries she will cross.

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Tree Cry

The soft, and cool breeze passes,

Where I am and my companion belongs.

Save from scorching sun and dust,

Along with my kith and kin.

Give you fresh atmosphere,

We accumulate, all the odds of yours.

Give you shade, and shelter.

Our greenish is your life.

When you are alone,

Sit beneath us.

We give you company,

Without disturbing and whispering.

In the winter, chilly cold

At that time you hold.

Our precious parts, feel you warmth

We behold, and become coal.

We never occur a single word,

Masses and masses,

Make us hurt,

Then also We keep mum.

My community is at stake,

You are taking ours’ life.

For making yours’ life bright,

In which megalomania, you are!

If We will finish,

Then can you survive.

Our pain, you can’t see

There is bleed,

When your weapon’s struck us,

When we see our family in pain,

Then all sing chorus cry,

But that cry can’t hear

That bleed can’t see

But that pain can’t feel.

Is doesn’t mean

That We are not a being,

We are not a being.

 

Mother at McLeodganj

Under the age of eighteen,
Eight months on the back.
Tight  with the lace,
Not Kangaroo pouch.
But looks it must be.

Her body other parts
Revolves very fast.
In every direction,
Not taking single second
To sit and stare.

Almond's shape eyes,
Dry as raisin.
Leg and hand,
Looks as like sand,
As bone peeps with green vein.

Appear apparels covers,
The other body parts,
But the chilly cold surpass.
But the numb hand continue,
Erect without any rest.

Fingers of leg shrunk,
As like crab,
But she still in position.
In the open firmament,
No fear of season sheer.

There is agony of pain,
In which she burn and run,
But who cares in this world.
Where we only stand and stare,
And then forget, who cares, who cares
And be unaware.

Slice of Life

Surrounded by the luxurious,
Ample affluents of classes,
Inside in the edge a small Ones,
Malnutrition, unemployed, illiterate and ill-fated,
Masses lives but always ill at ease.
Bread without butter, Rice without pulse
Veggie Slightly seen.
Milk never desire to drink,
Discarded items daily delighted,
But that are needed for the nerves
For melting muscles Sunken eyes
Several an hours stopped Stomach,
Forces to serve.
Tattered apparels dirt full of unseen germs
Cracked Swollen feet inside the plastic sheets,
Mist of black blanket covered undesire soul
Oh! Poor little ones, no one to hold,
Life may be glitter like gold.
When they try to behold
Alas! they stretch continuous,
inside the deeper hole
We behold, they always behold,
But no eyes goes on the poor soul.
Anameic tender faces want light,
But in tender hands,
Broom and water pipe is common sight,
For blooming of greenish odours,
Who care for dull roots hands?
Which yet not know,
Where fate stand?
Their fate of future drying up,
The hands which have to books and bags
But why they care of that.
The body full of fats,
In gloom linear leg,
Wash their path, that looks always
Fresh, not a single part of mess.
What is snacks and what is meal?
For them the slice make them to survive,
Are they always born for slave
Older, younger tender age?
Why we not stop the tender hands,
That their life don't become the sand.
Planting and watering their future
Behold them and Bring the beauty
Nurturing these tenders behold
them and
Think for a while,Why we not save their life.
From deeper ditch inside
And bring smile
          and bring smile.