Failure

Failure is considered a disgrace,
Because of it many troubles we have to face;
But what slips our mind
Is what failures lead behind.

They may bring setback for a time
But failure is not a crime,
Failures do not discourage any one:
But they are not a source of fun.

Failure in fact is a warning,
To what worse may be coming,
To change for the better, they help us
The story of failure ends thus.....

NOTE: Written by me in 1996

Moonlight

Dancing down the starry ways,
It glows like gold but it strays.
Different from sunlight but not unlike;
Our heart with awe it does strike.

Like molten silver it descends,
To the night and astounding beauty it lends;
The plants and trees it dances around
And all the watchers stand astound.

Born out of a poet's dream,
Filled with beauty to the brim:
Like God's own hand it does seem;
It is the dancing, moon beam.


NOTE: I wrote it in 1996.. seems eerily inspired from a poem I had read at than time.. hmmm

India's Destiny

India was known as a country of goodness
But now it is a place for frenzied madness
This is because the politics of politicians
Is like music played by inexperienced musicians.

Most of them are criminals and convicted men
No one knows what harm they will cause and when
Representatives of the people they are
But their conscience God knows is where.

They have looted our glorious nation
And brought it to a dangerous situation
But some of them do care
They remind us that our India is not bare.

Change for the better I hope they will
And make our nation go on the top of the hill
Sadly, this will take many more years
And there shed will be many more tears.

NOTE: Written in 1996

Favourite Forest

In a forest grow many a tree;
The animals roam about feeling free.
The sun there, barely shines
Its rays are stopped by thick vines.
In there, are many tribes unknown,
Out of which some prefer to stay alone;

Unmindful of the modern techniques,
They reside in hidden, lonely peaks.
The trees there, stand upright,
To bear hardships with all their might
The birds in search of food, fly high;
In the vast blue expanse of sky.

Animals there are of many kinds,
A mouse tries to keep all its finds;
And this is what a forest is
With all the animals, birds and tress,
Those who do not know this,
Something they really miss!!

NOTE: This poem appeared in the newspaper "The Statesman" dated "Thursday August 3, 1995"

Universe

With planets and stars far apart,
Of which our Earth is only a tiny part.
With meteors and comets whizzing by:
In the vast limitless sky.

Little do we know about it,
Whatever we know is only a bit;
As the final frontier it is known,
A way for adventure it has shown.

But what it holds is far more than an adventure;
To which perhaps no one can venture.
How I wish I knew all about it,
Instead of knowing just a bit.

NOTE: Written in 1995