Dhaleta Surender Kumar

With a bag full of gifts and toys Flying high on the sea-saws, Come here you girls and boys, I am the Santa Clause.

Thinking and thinking, O! What has happened? Can’t even I write a word. I stand as I fight myself on a field of paper. In hand with the ever winning sword. The days pass by and roll on. Without fulfilling the poetic lust. I fear...

High up in the skies it flies, Fluttering and fluttering its wings. In freedom, it seeks the world As in joy, it sings. Their noisy sweet chirp. And, love with innocence. I view them all in the sky While I seek for independence. I contrast...

A bond between me, you and us. Together we rejoice where without vanity In a chorus dancing and singing on eternal music Towards a path, that is love, leading us towards humanity.

The high steep mountains. The cool and clear fountains. They call me. Where is she? The peace where I find. Where the atmosphere is too kind. Can I find a better place? Where sorrow can I ever trace? Well it is the nature. The love...

She is great, She is old but Still she is young. She loves However, can be terrific too. She is beautiful. She is my heart. I love her I love her style, And love her flowers. She is brave and Courageous too. She has diversity....

No one nigh me and close, me and my parents born. Could they roll on my tears. Couldn’t one make me hard to think. None could through the emotional spears. He could do it, so and won This heart though fleshy but sturd. The laughing...

“One by one, one by one, Two by two, who are you?” “Gobble – gobble – gobble I gobbled the knowledge. I know, I know, I know, Who is good who is crook? I am, I am, I am Gobble de Gook, Gobble de Gook....

Child is the father of man Give him love if something you can. To bring out the true me And the world let me see. O dear me! What this you did the crime? At the early of your prime. Why do you go so...

Give back my handsome past Where joys in plenty do they last Give back my laughing childhood Where under the sky playing once I stood. I want to be a kid that naughty child Where the world though seems so mild. Far from the world,...