The Indian monsoon

Dancing: frogs, peacocks and farmers;
Singing: birds, women and the lovers;
Set to welcome: farms, ponds, rivers;
Prepared: boatmen, municipality, villagers.

Hearts glow, as the music of rain drop pierce  
falling at leaves, roof tops; into the ears
Alert are: government and river side dwellers
Ready with umbrella, raincoat; the hawkers.

Blessed are farmers, expecting better crops.
Blissful the children, of rainy day leisure hope.
Stressed are poor, whose huts, houses are of mud.
Depressed are flood affected people and old.

All around greenery and watery,
for the nation, a boon
The Indian monsoon

(c) S D Tiwari

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God! make me wise

O God! Make me wise

So that I fully realize ;

Why I have been sent here.

Open window of my brain

Pierce in, the wisdom rays;

Take away darkness of soul.

                                                                     

Give me strength to help

The poor, feeble and helpless;

Expecting nothing in return.

Every time and always  I do  

the righteousness and good;

Keep me  away from  sins.

I wish to live as a human

In your faith and devotion;

O Lord of the universe!

My Lord! don’t let me lost

Here in this phony world;

Because I wish to rest in you.


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Life is water

Life is water

flowing in river of time.

It will scatter around

if no banks of discipline.

Some times flows smooth,

some times strikes with rocks,

shallow and deeper some times,

some times sloping fast.

Changes its color at places

in colors of love and laughter

happiness and sorrow

hate, anger and desire

Flowing it would contain

shells of the pearls;

while stagnant it would rot

and spread foul smell.

Stream of life never stops

whatever obstacles come;

continues to flow

until merges into the ocean.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

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Martyr Soldiers

Remember those, who sacrificed their lives,
Remember those, who died for our safer life,
Remember those, who never returned home,
Didn’t abandon their guns, wet in blood though.

We were eating cakes, they were facing bullets,
We were dancing in clubs, they were missing inmates,
Laying on bed of death they wished best to countrymen,
Not caring self, they went on the voyage to heaven.

Remember those braves, our land who protected.
Remember those soldiers, left us behind, indebted.
They were proud of country, we are proud of them.
They would live forever, who died for the motherland.

They didn’t fight for power or fame, wealth or gain;
They had a commitment and love for the motherland.
Gun hanged on his shoulder, portrait of a soldier;
have hanged in my room, his sacrifice I always remember.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Naked poor child with computer

He needs computer to find what dress

should he  wear  that would impress.
Tomorrow he also has to have his princess.

Why the poor in learning process

deprive of the technological progress?

Cloth will sure cover thighs and chest

But computer may change his fate.

Who knows gets a chance to demonstrate

and tomorrow becomes an other Bill Gates.

Champa /plumeria

(C) S. D. Tiwari

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If you want to make, night dreams fragrant,

and your garden ornamental and wet in scent;

just ensure, Champa is there.

In the temple at worship you wish to offer,

In weddings and festivals need the flowers;

pretty pure, Champa is there.

Bees close their nose, when know it's here,

girls go around aromatic with flowers in hair;

take for sure, champa is there.

Known Champa’s medicinal value and virtue,

Ayurveda used it in so many formulations too.
ready to cure, Champa is there.

To keep the vampires and ghosts stay away,

within their cemetery limits for mischief play;

potent lure, Champa is there.

Champa's five petals point out to signify,

We have five elements contained in our body.

get endured champa is there.

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Plumeria 

In India and pacific islands to Colombia,
loved by everyone, flower of plumeria. 
Carries the layers of love, on the petals, 
invokes love amongst us, flower of plumeria. 
An ornamental plant of the gardens, 
garnish women's hair, flower of plumeria.
Brides and grooms, knitted with the love, 
exchange garlands of, flower of plumeria. 
Finds place in the recipes and the scents,
heartfelt fragrance of, flower of plumeria.
Offered on the occasions of worships, 
God's special love is, flower of plumeria.
Champa is cultural essence of Indians,

lives in life virtues of, flowes of plumeria.

Ghosts and vampire too hang on 

in cemeteries, planted plants of plumeria

Farmer's fret

We eat food daily not giving a thought
how grown in fields, who have sweated.
Get in kitchen simply think, have bought;
we eat food daily not giving a thought.
Farmers grow things by working so hard
just give everything to us, self bear fret.
We eat food daily not giving a thought
how grown in fields, who have sweated.

First day at college

New place, new people, new horizon

Memorable, first day at my college.

Excited, happy but had apprehensions

New place, new people, new horizon.

Would conquer the career with  passion

And get friends, freedom with knowledge;

New place, new people, new horizon

Memorable, first day at my college.

Classmates

Living in different boundaries and walls
diverse culture that we balance
in the process of learning from distance
after all we are students of same class.
We have same dream and ambition  
without any egotistical concern,
our test scores are not comparable,
most of times you remain the best
but some times I am ahead,
after all we are class mates.

Somewhere, we old classmates meet
with grey hair and wrinkled cheek
would you recognize me?

(c) S. D. Tiwari

Mother earth

to milk till last drop

bosom is open for all

mother’s care my job

Homeless

He was unwanted so parents abandoned

Homeless, loveless grown as the orphan.

Can’t stay more in orphanage of ill treat

would escape from there for life’s retreat.

Has a dream of a home where he can live

with respect, comfort, bliss and peace.

He doesn’t have money, to buy one little.

He collects and sells junk and scrap metal.  

Every dawn and dusk used to pull cart

To increase the income he would work hard.

Sleeps in the cart or a shipping container.

deposits in bank, savings after meals, whatever.

Years passed drop and drop make ocean;

to buy a house, now he has money enough.

Now no more, Na, would live near gutter.

In a bank account he has one million dollar.

No God! sudden pain takes him to hospital

where Na is diagnosed of dreadful cancer.

He can’t take money, unable to prove identity;

no evidence of his existence was there officially.

Before court ruled for identity, he was dead

Na, born homeless, as well, died homeless.

My own moon

my own moon and stars
have painted my life so fast
even Sun can’t wash

Smoking habit

burns all together
cigarette, lips and the lungs
smoking habit