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Corona and Social Distancing

There sneaked a micro organism into the lives of human kind from elsewhere,
Who made it intruded is still a mystery, yet it’s fate of the world
That life on earth is engulfed with thorns and bruises?
They say: It’s from bats, some say: it’s a shoot of ‘Bio-war’,
No doubt it’s a sinister game and human lives are the ball, hit and shot,
Thousands of goals have been dropped and there was no cry of joy,
But ‘cross the world there hath been flow of tears and fears.

The human lives, tainted with creepy killer organism, seek shields of defense,
And there around the Round Table Conference clicked a thought of ‘Social distancing’.
Provinces and states raised the alarm of crisis to avert throngs and mobs,
It hath been a portent for the imminent disaster on the face of earth,
A ‘day of shut’ hath been imposed on the lives as precaution –
No politics, no religion, no caste, no race and ego shall be the law,
For the blood is the same red with tissues and organs for all.

The day began with the legal menace ‘cross the country,
And the wheels and bags were restricted screech and rustle,
The rich and the poor entered their ‘house bags’,
And there seen empty roads and streets except faint travelers.
Round the clock people’s saviours were seen sweeping and spraying sterile medicine,
Life-saving doctors and nurses were seen in spring-up action,
And those infected folks were brought under the treatment of the life-savers.

Behind the legitimate bars of seclusion from the pandemic infection,
There was seen a life of silence for a noble cause,
It was not a total inactivity, but a self introspection of social distancing -
A pledge to chase the epidemic killer virus away from human kind!
Media of service ran thro’ hazards and perils brought into rooms the day’s tasks.
It was a joint fight against COVID -19 beyond human restrictions,
And each of us shall be a victor ‘gainst the epidemic violence.

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Covid -19 a Silent Messenger of Lucifer

Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,

A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,

It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,

Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,

And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,

The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.

The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.

The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,

The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,

Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,

The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.

The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,

And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,

The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,

And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.

Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?

Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,

Vaccines are tried in every corner,

But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.

So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?

There is One Who made man and creations,

So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,

And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.

Shall we all….?

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Covid - 19

Covid-19: A Silent Messenger of Lucifer!

Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,
It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,
Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,
And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,
The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.
The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.
The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,
The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,
Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,
The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.
The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,
And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,
The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,
And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.
Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?
Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,
Vaccines are tried in every corner,
But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.
So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?
There is One Who made man and creations,
So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,
And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.
Shall we all….?
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Happiest Moments In My Life

I look back my early days
Likely to recount the moments of joy.
I thought the seconds when I opened my eyes first.
I asked myself if it was the happiest moments.
Might be a pleasure sought of Nature,
Might be the moments when my mother fed me her first milk;
Yet something could be better than the mother’s love.
I grew up to babble new utterances,
And found pleasure in my new inventions;
Yet those moments had no blossoms.
The day I crawled flashed across my inward eye,
And I believed it could beget me joy;
But my belief had not substance to ride on joy.
I sought delight on the day I carried my satchel to school first –
Yes, it was a wonder to me to enter the new world;
But turned out to be a mirage.
I sat with my heart before the Lord
Whose love on the Cross melted my emotions,
And I rose above my feelings with prayer.
I forgot my Self and peace surrounded me.
My heart uttered praises lifted towards the Cross.
I drowned in prayer and was clothed with the robe of joy.
Not my first vision, not my mother’s first milk,
Not my first babblings, not my satched to school;
But the simple presence with Christ raised me to joy of eternity.

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Scouts and Guides

be prepared to serve,
soul of life in unity,
it's the goal of life.


Lord Baden Powel

the root of service,
mine equipped with selflessness,
a global leader.

a man of service,
perfectly moulded by thoughts
that deem worthy life.

a blossomed leader
with his seasoned words and deeds
raised on the summit.

blow horn; he catches,
shout a word; he discovers,
make a step; he builds.

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I Applaud...

I commend the apple fallen on Newton’s head,
Man’s gravity realized with a Nature’s gift.
I rejoiced in the waves picked up by Marconi,
Human voice felt for its living presence.
I was thrilled by the tungsten glittered thro’ Edison,
Light shone across the darkness.
I flew with the flying machine of Wright Brothers,
Man’s proximity counted with knowledge of speed;
But I APPLAUD the Blessings from Above
Who hath built man in His Image.

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My Guiding Star

She was a lamp of light unto me:
The light was a guiding star,
Full of love and affection.
I dwelled in the warmth of the light.
She fed me and I grew with her thoughts,
She sowed the seed of virtues in me
And watered it day in and day out. 
She taught me knowledge and wisdom.
The light shone in me and darkness scared to touch me.
I crossed rugged roads, yet she was beside me;
Yet He is ever with me carrying in His Arms.
She was my teacher of simplicity:
I grew simple; reared modest; nurtured meek,
She taught me the prayer of silence,
And in silence I learnt patience.
Thorns would prick me; yet she treated me,
She would never let the blood ooze out,
And I would watch her tears rolling down her cheeks,
And I knew she wept for my pain.
We have been walking on the path of virtues
Holding our hands together in the bond of love.
FORLORN! Her hands fell down, and I’m shaken:
I perceived the pallor on her white face,
It seemed it wept for me in silence,
And I knew even in silence she can’t forget me.
The Lord hath taken the lamp from me;
Yet the light of the lamp dwells in me.
I wept at her motionless corpse, 
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
But could she know I had wept for her departure?
But I had known she wept for my pain
When thorns had pricked me in her presence.
The lamp is no more with me;
Yet the Lord shines in me thro’ my parents.

She was a lamp of light unto me,
The light was a guiding star
Full of love and affection.

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On Her Eighth Birthday

(For my Loving Daughter Suzanna Christy)

Seven years before her heart throbbed and mine too,
She was prepared to face to the world with God’s Gift:
Her travail had begun and each of her nerve shivered with thrill,
The Father in Christ in His invisible Presence hath been beside her.

Now I shed tears that speak how she had borne the physical agony,
And my inward eye writes how the day was and today it is.

The tiny blossom within the womb shook the stem of the plant,
And the plant stood fluttering, unshaken, but withstanding.
I now feel how I felt of her personal ordeal for matchless Gift.
God’s Answer in her womb, personified, traversed the way out,
The Invisible Christ held her in His arms during the journey,
It was the journey that none can describe except the Answer in the womb.
Biological apprehensions began to fly out with anguishing threats;
Yet the Heavenly Providence filled the way with His Grace.
Medical engineers acted upon their wit and tools to watch the drama.
The God-sent soul, anxious and hopeful, waited for the little wonder:
‘How could God’s Answer personified be?’
Time was on its wings, minutes flew, seconds galloped.
Engineers’ assistants exchanged responses of sincerity and hopefulness.
The little Answer personified whispered from within the Heavenly Mercy.
Everyone heard the whisper, and the mother too, and she would be a mother.

The clock was in its perfection to chime the melody of the Answer,
And the whole world, dressed in joy and smile, looked in awe and wonder.
It was forty strokes behind the entry of the little Answer:
How could I share my joy and with whom?’
The mother raised a doubt within her.
‘I am with thee, share thy joy and pain with Me,
For I have borne everything for thee on the Cross.’
She heard a voice within and the pain left her,
Joy let its wings fly when the little Answer peeped out the world.
It was seven strokes yet to chime.
Each second was a mystery and the mystery was to be solved.
The trumpet raised its clarion call; the lyre touched its strings,
The firmament, filled with Heavenly Blessings, began to shower on.
The little Answer personified sent forth her first cry,
And the cry was first heard by the Master.
Yes, she was born, and she entered the world.
It was fifty-two strokes past three whistles she was born.
Little fairies began blowing little trumpets,
The mother shouted in joy: ‘THANKS TO MY LORD!
Our answer hath been heard. Thou art my Master.’

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I Donot Like To Forget

I Don’t Like To Forget You……

I don’t like to forget you,
But you’ve dropped a curtain ‘twixt us
Over the days I painted thee in my heart,
Undeniably thy portrait is Mona Lisa,
The lady with enigmatic smile,
No one can forget Mona Lisa,
But to the artless Mona Lisa seems a caricature.,
Thou art not a caricature, 
But thou hast made thyself a caricature.
I deliberately forget the stork reality of forgetting thee.
I’ve made the dictionary sans the word of ‘forgetting thee’
For moments with thee have deleted this painful word.
Can you forget me with the curtain dropped betwixt?
And don’t you know that my thoughts traverse thro’ barriers
                                           And touch thee?
I know thou canst not forget me,
Thy thoughts of mine dwell on my smile,
And my thoughts of yours dwell on thy eyes and smile.
So pretend not to drop a curtain,
For our love dwells beyond lashing shores.

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A Crown of Providence

The day began with tears of emotion and excitement,
And all set in His plan predestined ever before His creation
That two little souls would be united for a purpose
With God it would be revealed, but to mankind, hidden always.

Twenty four milestones have been crossed with thorns and roses trod,
No mortal on their rescue was prepared to seek them into safe arms;
Yet it is HE Who has carried the twain souls in His Arms.

Mockery lashed at them; stones pelted at them; rivalry set ‘gainst them;
Stories cooked ‘gainst them; venom spewed at them,
It was God-sent angels who hid them in their wings.

Predators set to eat their flesh and blood but in vain,
For it is His Providence That carried them in His Bosom.

They crossed sixteen milestones, and on the way to Seventeenth,
God revealed His plan unto them with a Gift from His Arms,
And three souls have been added into His Fold.


Their Twenty fifth milestone is set to walk further,
And the three souls have laid themselves in His Arms.
Heaven crowned the three with His Golden Promise
And they shall be in His Providence till the ages go.