Nation to Feel Pride

You are able to kiss the stars

From your sky-touching mansion

You earned money in all means

You are so rich and able

Kubera is jealous of your progress

You feel pride for the stature.

You are able to win the election

It is a sweep, unrivalled victory

You cast notes to capture votes

You let the voters drink to the brink

The voters dance in intoxication

Until the indelible ink dries.

You win a berth in the cabinet

For your hat-trick, trickery

As the dear and dear, the right hand

To the high command

All hear your name in other states

You see mansions made of gold bricks.

Your powers excelling others

Man strength, money, all towers

Super man's super-powers

For your vested interests as wholes

For your selfish goals

You feel pride for the trifles.

You are primarily a citizen,

The citizen made leader

To turn this earthly hell earthly heaven

With peace and nonviolence

Equality, liberty, and fraternity

Then our nation feels pride.

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Creation and Criticism 

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

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.

Published

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.

Published

Creation and Criticism 

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