FLOWER’S LIFE WISH

I as a flower with its charms rare

With my life wish to be fair

And fresh on the stem forever.

Fading and falling never,

I love to gladden all by my treasure

All are for their sensuous pleasure,

I feast all by my sweet substance

Their thirsts as a golden chance.

Birds, insects, and all are my guests

In cool shade for their rests,

Birds are to sing in my sight,

Insects to hover round me in delight,

All poets sing in my praise,

Describing all my parts in craze,

I feel pride and honor

For all tend to offer their favor,

My petals excel the Rainbow

For my unrivalled show

I am the cynosure to all eyes in the Eden

All Adams and Eves love my garden.

Nature once glances me with all smiles

For my wish to glow for all miles,

Says that I am too pertinent

To be on the stem permanent

I am after all a thrall to time

For my life transient, sung in a chime:

I am to fade and fall as a flower

Aa a flower of life in my bower.

I fall to bear a child of unripe fruit,

That is all my life’s short route.

Published

METVERSE MUSE

75th PLATINUM JUBLIEE ISSUE (January 2023)

WARS CARVE SCARS

Wars resulted in colossal loss,

Sceneoftotal devastation.

All know this bitter reality,

Still wars are waged for destruction,

All species silent for killing gross.

The war culture shatters peace

It does not rise from killing arms,

It dawns from minds for obliteration,

The fading of whole life charms

To unlock the doors of death’s domain.

A nation is great for integration

Overall development and progress

Its strength is shown in stability

It lets no nation fall into transgress

If need be, it helps in cooperation.

The conqueror may feel great

When he conquers a weak nation

He pays deaf ear to yells and knells

Death-silence finds no cessation

For victory is not great at any rate.

War lessons are before the people

Victims and all know the loss well

Scars of wounds are their clear signs

Wars welcome not peace but hell

Against relations to grow in principle.

War is a symbol of death in darkness

Peace is life and light, signs of wisdom,

People love and revere in their hearts,

Annexing a nation to expand kingdom

Shows false ambition, swelling in sickness.

Published

METVERSE MUSE

75th PLATINUM JUBLIEE ISSUE (January 2023)

Love Is Emotion

Love is a natural emotion,

Born from the bottom of the heart,

A sign of insightful action,

Flawless and unblemished on man’s part.

Love is not present in the deliberate offer

Not in bribing an officer

Not in giving a gift expecting some favor

Not offering money to the voter.

In turn, love never expects anything,

Love is like that of the soil

To grow plants offering everything,

A selfless worker offers toil.

Mother feeds her child with care,

The hen tucks chicks for their protection,

The stars twinkle in the sky fair,

By its charms, the flower is for attraction.

The river is to look at parched throats,

The fruit tree is ready to fulfill hungers,

The cuckoo to thrill by its sweet notes,

At the sight of fellowmen smile lingers.

The patriot sacrifices his life for the nation,

The heart throbs for the rhythms of living,

The calf runs to the cow in affection,

Love is life in the art of loving.

Published

POETCRIT

Vol:36 No. 1 January-June 2023