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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid
5 of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version with some editing by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
Through wisdom by concentration,
And strength of will power,
Through knowledge of self,
By the practice of Yoga*.
One fine spring morning,
When the dawn was spreading,
Light, to welcome the Sun,
Her supposed father in law.
And was singing the Spring melody,
In tune with the chirping of birds,
The Cuckoo began her evergreen song,
To worship the love God Cupid.
Kanpur 25th April 2012
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“My grandfather was strong and mighty, till he died at age of ninety.
The clock then stopped to run no more.
Then one of my relations wrote a song, sung for generations.
I think of it more and more:
“My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a penny-weight more . . .”
Shaken from his quaint digression, his face in tense expression,
He renewed his dire obsession
About what made the clock strike in the night.
He slipped to the room adjacent, above an empty basement,
Where stood the clock’s encasement – opened so very slight.
Moving with stealth, and in no hurry,
He saw an object hunched and furry;
His cat stood vigil in the night, with eyes reflecting light.
A mouse, the cat had faced, into the clock was chased,
And up the pendulum raced, quickly taking flight.
Climbing the clock’s encasement, the mouse’s weight displacement,
Tripped the spring so tight; it struck with awesome might!
Striking twelve it had numbered, his muddled thoughts encumbered,
Scared awake from slumber in the night.
“All of this is so confusing, could I, these years be using
The clock with spring so tight?”
In his mental delusion he added to the confusion,
For this intrusion in the night.
There was nothing he couldn’t handle
With his shotgun on the mantle by the door,
With it he could surely even up the score.
With the menace looming bigger, he quickly pulled the trigger
Then the grandfather clock was no more
And the cat and mouse— a taxidermy chore.
Each year Dad won the five-mile race
Proud I was of my Senior Olympics star
Always a spring in his step
I followed him; he was my North Star
It was during the Great Depression
That Dad first learned to spring back
Working on FDR’s CCC program*
Finances produced no panic attack
He sprang into action with fervor
Determined to feed his clan
Working by day, taking classes at night
Dad was a remarkable man
Even at 93, he managed to sprint like a teen
Winning the five-mile race for the last time
And he certainly kept that spring in his step
Well past a normal life’s prime
His stroke came suddenly New Year’s Day
And our family gathered ‘round
Knowing he’d not see another spring
Because eternal life he’d found
I like to think he bounds through heaven
Still preparing for a race
But feeling the comfort that can only be found
Surrounded by God’s grace
Entry for Carol Brown’s “Spring” contest
* The Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) was formed by FDR to provide work for jobless Americans.
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known.
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found.
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not.
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow. Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain.
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in?
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.
An unbearable pain awaits her;
For my beloved who is to bear.
A man cannot know this
Even when Daddy is there.
Hope may spring eternal
But it cannot quench the fire
Of the fruit of the labor
Spawned from our heart’s desire.
I think to myself...
When will it be time?
It is then that Grandfather Clock gives
My daughter her very first chime.
She gasps her first breath
Blessing us with her first cry.
She is born new and alive!
And all she knows is time.
Next door is a boy of few moons
Who hasn’t seen a single sun.
Born before his time
Most think his life is already done.
Don’t tell that to his mother
Don’t you even dare!
For she sees the clock.
She is fully aware!
She thinks to herself
“It is not my baby’s time to go!”
But within minutes
His Bell will sadly toll.
He gasps his last breath
And His mother begins to cry.
...Even as an Innocent of Grace
All his Mother feels is time.
A man of many moons
Is seeing the setting sun.
Living beyond his time
The man know his race is won.
Hope will spring eternal
And so will his life.
Not for his good fruit of labor
But from Another’s toil and strife.
He thinks to himself
It is now my time!
And with that, Grandfather Clock gives
My friend his very last chime.
He sips his final breath
But blesses us with a final smile.
He awaits a new and lasting life
Where everything he has is time.
The man’s daughter begins to weep.
She hasn’t seen the Father’s Son
She is living on borrowed time
And in faith she professes none.
Don’t tell Christ to his daughter.
Don’t you even dare!
She glances at her watch
Totally without care.
She think’s to herself
“It’s not my father’s time to go!”
But to the Believer
His Bell did gladly toll.
She mutters curses under her breath
She feels as a victim of crime.
Persons of Grace can give no consolation,
For she feels cheated by time.
(This is a fictional poem)
I've had the same mattress for over twenty-five years.
When my teenage son was having sex on it, a spring went up his rear.
It went up his ___ and it got stuck.
I caught him in my bed and he was out of luck.
I was very mad and I started to shout.
A proctologist had to come over to get the spring out.
I knew he had been having sex because he was wearing a rubber.
I tanned his hide and you should've seen him blubber.
He thought he'd get away with it but he did not.
If I hadn't been too cheap to buy a new mattress, he wouldn't have got caught.