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(Not finished as yet, and Notes have to be provided…) I see only one foot of the mother. The other a pot tied to A bronze pot tied to Hundreds of feet below, below Is below even the Pabbar. The king of Sirmaur once Called...

In thousands eyes only tears could I see. As for the foes, blood was free. The nature wounded and humanity dead.

The ocean of knowledge The inspiration that sparks The path it shows to life. That my loved ideal Narendranath.

“There was a naughty squirrel. It was a nutty squirrel. It was a squeaking squirrel. It was a speaking squirrel.” “Was it a quarrelling squirrel?” “Ah! It was a nutty speaking, naughty squeaking, quarrelling squirrel.”

Zoom – zoom hissed the wind Puff – puff, I walked on snow. Mein – mein, with a bleating goat. Caw – caw greeted us a crow. The bell around the goats neck. Tin – tin – tinin – tinin – tin. A knock with...

Waked up with the nightingales sweet song Peeping out, I saw spring was in hand. The various blooming flowers under the sky, Attracted me by their spectacular colourful band. It was spring again With its beauty and charm. The weather with its moderate temper And...

The serpent hissed To imitate the wind But could only wriggle.

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...