Time's Traverse

Time is a chain flow

Witnessed in the present

Emerging from the fountain of future,

With its glittering colors,

The stream of dreams,

The harbinger of good fortunes,

Filled with high expectations

Of the sown seeds

To give high yielding to the farmer,

Of the efforts made

To result in fruitful results

In the present, once the future,

All seem empty, dry, and mundane

Especially in this hostile world

To see the crops

Dried, or washed away in floods,

To reap the dreamed fruits

The gusty wind, its rage is furious

Made them fall into the dust,

The glow in the face

Appears in woes and throes

In faded hues

All bitter experiences

All stark realities

To merge and store in the past

They are in mind, though in love or not

The past is the ocean of the past,

Merged it in flow, the river of the present,

The ocean-past recurs as the clouds of the future.

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Creation and Criticism 

Joint Issue 20 & 21 Jan-Apr 2021 Vol. 6 

Transient but Excellent

Excellent is the transient stage

A thousand cuckoos sing in bliss

A hundred peacocks dance in joy

It is spring for all not to miss.

Glow in the beauty of flowers

Honey is in store in their hearts

Love to the core of all treasures

Bliss is full on the lovers' parts.

It is the flower to spread grace

It is the fruit for palatal delight

It is the seed to perpetuate race

It is the stage to excel by light.

The book of life, the best page

For a reader to read in interest

The album to arrest all the age

Memoirs to recall at the behest.

It is the welcome stage majestic

With robust strength in affluence

Feelings in the age are romantic

The cud to recall its experience.

In Time's flow, it turns transient

From stage to stage to this stage

The choicest to rejoice excellent

It is youth, life's loveliest image.

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Creation and Criticism 

Joint Issue 20 & 21 Jan-Apr 2021 Vol. 6 

Gandhiji's Message

As a surprise to our surmise

We happen to see the idols of monkeys

With three different postures

For they wish to put the full-stop to the evils

Not to tell the evil, the first shuts the mouth

Not to see the evil, the second hides the eyes

Not to hear the evil, the third closes the ears

The people appear the true followers

Of Gandhiji's message

They never talk of the evil.

As their near and dear are evil doers

They never see the evil.

As their close associates are criminals

They never listen to the evil.

As their close friends are lawbreakers

We are silent to their acts.

It means we are indirectly their supporters

Evildoers are on the rise like the weeds

To outgrow the plants to grow for lives

To find the gardener indifferent

We are silent to the violent,

Closing our mouths, eyes, and ears

As we are the true followers

Of Gandhiji, the Father of the Nation

The leaders also know the fact

They are also like us

Of course, they make mere speeches

In support of Gandhiji for sheer eyewash

We too keep quiet, as we are the poor

Our anger hurts our own lips.

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Creation and Criticism 

Joint Issue 20 & 21 Jan-Apr 2021 Vol. 6