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Divine, O Ganga

The holy and sacred river of India,
Starts its coarse and lumpy journey from the all mighty and staunchest Himalayas.

Its creation and origin from the head of Lord Shiva,
Has interested an impressive story in the mythology of India.

The tinkling and murmuring sounds of the bells and chimes,
The blest chantings of God increasing its amplitude at night time,
And the gushing of the water makes it more and more sublime.

The place of Bhakti where cows are mothers and worshipped,
A dip into the cold and exhilarating water washes away all the sins.

Praised by all the Puranas, Granthas and Vedas,
She serves as the cradle of fertile lands and aquatic habitat.

One drop of this divine body is thought of quenching a man's thirst of good health and peace.

The evenings being mesmerized by tintinnabulating and ringing tones of the Ganga Aarti,
At the other places and times, it sways and flows with at its top its vanity.

Kedarnath, Devaprayag, Haridwar and Varanasi,
Earning its fame and getting embraced by the Mother's purity and sacred beauty,
Like a mother keeping her children close to her bosom, protecting and providing security from undesired obscurity.

The succour of the industrial hubs like Patna and Kolkata,
Aiding sustain the lives of a plethora
With its water and banks and hallowed aura.

Draining into the massive Arabian Sea,
Finishing its struggles of sorrows and glee

But what about the obnoxious substances which we feed our Mother?
How it destroys and saddens her, do we ever bother?

The same, holy water, now filthy,
Reaches homes and places
Consumed by people, nevertheless admiring its beauty.

How vile ye are Man!
Attempting to contaminate her with thou clan,
And using and destroying her for selfish reasons with your plans.

O Ganga! May ye pure every soul,
And to protect and save you from odds and ends ought to be our supreme goal.

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Success

Success is the realization of ones dreams,
Which is obtained by maintaining good self-esteem.

Coming together is the beginning,
And continuing to staying together is a progress,
Working together peacefully is another way to achieve success.

Understanding your obstacles is a necessary task to do,
Let the world know about your own ideas and views.

Embrace, happily your challenges,
Give no less importance to your knowledge.

Dedication and determination are the factors you should never abandon,
Relish your labor and stop thinking it as a burden,
Begin to make effort or hardwork your companion.

Stop fearing for the failure,
It’s nothing but a warning,
There’s no use of it if you keep brooding,
Keep trying till your next morning,
And love your stage of learning.

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I Miss You and Will Ever Do

It was on the 21st August 2013 that I heard you whimpering in the corner of a tin shed,
As I paced ahead with bated breath,
I found you battling for life with face injuries and broken legs.

With no time to consider, I called for my father who was aghast at your sight,
In 2 minutes, I found you wrapped in a blanket with eyes full of fright,
But as I took you to my arms, the eyes were indicative of a new hope and life.

I must admit, you were brave,
You didn't run or scream when your under skin was shaved,
Thankfully you were saved!

Since then, my dull study room became a workshop for fun,
In playing and sneaking in the backyard, we were no.1,
God knows how and when my heart was won.

Dear one, happiness is like the flicker of a candle flame,
It is transitory with nobody to blame,

A year later, as I was out on the bazaar street,
You mischievously were walking away from me at a distance of 4 feet,
Since the house was out of supplies of your treats.

A motorbike in the red light was flashing towards us,
You yelped and pushed me away with a large thrust,
And turned into a soft toy with pool of blood.

I stood there trembling,
With strangers coming and consoling.

You gave up your life for me,
How could I ever explain?
That you didn't merely belong to Canidae,
But the family of altruism and nobility.

I did not accept what had happened,
Nor will I ever do,
You are there with me
Close to heart, like the strongest glue.

Each day witnesses many such innocent lives fade away,
Because they are either betrayed or thrown away
Some die in starvation or some sort of delay.

After he physically left me,
I have tried to make other such lives full of glee,
By sharing comfort and basic amenities.

I don’t want this world to so easily lose such angels,
Because of cruel and immature deeds some people do,
You can help stop this and save these lives, can’t you?

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What Is Love

Love is something that has always been undefined,
In the initial stage, it is only in the heart where it is confined.

Gradually, it finds space in your actions and mind,
And finally acts as a soul force in all our lives.

I feel that it is the strongest feeling that one can have,
We have had wars because of it when its intensity reaches the crest on the graph.

However, it is something that has its own tests to pass,
It demands you to constantly give and not expect anything back
Many people misuse this terminology, Alas!

It requires you to be rid of jealousy for that being,
Something that most people cannot do even in dreams,

It requires you to stand by that being eternally,
Be a source of strength permanently,
And seek to wash away their inadequacies.

This feeling doesn’t need to have an aggressive face when things aren’t your way
That is when the real practical exam comes to play
And when you have to keep all negativity at bay.

People- don’t give up, for, life throughout has such challenges set up for you.
Your desperation for love will certainly help triumph you
If not in that phase, then other arenas and goals which you pursue.

But, wait—all is not about sacrifice and compromise,
It is about a lot of feelings of warmth which arise
As time, time flies.

In all, it is surely a complicated emotion,
But use it to the best of your capabilities with all your devotion
And widen your horizons to be as vast as the ocean.

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The New Year Eve

The New Year's Eve is the day,
When you can make a fresh start with a wonderful resolution and preparing for it with gay.

Forget the days of past full of regret and guilt,
There are now loads of goals and millions of milestone which you need to build.

You can start afresh with laughter and smiles,
Forgive all your enemies with whom you've been hostile.

Take a while to realise all your mistakes you've made the previous year,
Make sure to apologise to all those peers,
And resolve to live in harmony and cheer.

But instead of spending a lot on this day on good and gifts outside,
Why not give something in return to the land where you reside?

As the world celebrates this day with fireworks,
Make it a point not to do it yourself and also in your friend's network.

Donating your old clothes and goods to the needy is a way to give them a good start,
And helping them improve their lifestyles with all your heart.

I feel that in place of all gifts and expenditure on ourselves for our celebration,
A smile on the poor and a healthy environment will indeed be a treat to the world and our nation.

So let's determine not to be good but to be better this year,
And make this world a better place to live by trying to wipe away sorrow, problems and tears.

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In the Morning Time

In the morning light,
I see the Sun very bright.

The birds moving here and there..
1,2,3,4, Oh my..now I can't see them anywhere.

The sound of the construction sight near my house,
And the shouting of my mother seeing a small mouse.

The bees suck the sweetest nectar,
I plant more flowers to make the happier.

I go downstairs to eat my breakfast,
And then complete some important tasks.

I go to school to meet my friends...
And write with my colourful pens.

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The Tale of the Parakeet

The day had dawned with the sunrays pouring through my window,
I saw myself scratching my head,
Since the number of gripping ideas in my brain amounted to zero.

I had been asked to compose something-- which will leave readers deeply moved,
How could I explain that my thinking tank had been exhausted.

People say- writers can write about anything that they see in their vicinity,
I turned my bleary eyes around and put my head down on the table for some more snoozing.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp thud followed by some shrieks,
I went outside to find an eagle flying and under a stones' heap,
Some blood and a badly wounded parakeet.

The wounds didn't affect its natural beauty,
Its treatment and recovery became my supreme duty.

I hadn't any experience in doctoring a bird,
So, calling my professional vet friend was much preferred.

As I paced ahead to ring the doctor up,
Boom-- lights went off with no other backup.

I made up my mind to take the risk,
I applied some common medications on her wounds,
With a hope that she would soon be brisk.

She called in agony with excruciating pain,
Every moment that I applied the liquid on her body sprains,
With my heart palpitating, I think I would faint.

She was pushed to her limits,
But never-- even for once did she submit,
With courage and tolerance was she gifted.

Humans have anaesthesia to escape unbearable hurt,
Living beings with such indefatigable endurance are surely in dearth,
As the uphill battle was over, I kept her to rest on my cotton shirt.

In 2 days’, she could fly up to the nearby canterbury,
Her rapid convalescence made my heart go merry.

I wanted to keep her close to me,
But she throughout perched on my window sill,
As if there was something desperate for her to seek.

I realized that she was born for flight,
As I opened the window, she fluttered her wings and glided in broad daylight.

But-- just as I thought that she would turn into a speck on the horizon,
She came flapping back to my backyard for apparently a very crucial reason.

To find what things, I ran sooner,
And discovered 2 eggs safely placed in a comfortable hole quarter.

I could now connect the dots,
She was protecting them from the eagle
And struggled so hard that day to bring into the world her tiny tots.

 She was an epitome of a mother's love,
For which she could tolerate all suffering and pain.

I paced towards my house and suddenly remembered my pending writing work,
 Now I knew what to write,
So, I got back to work with a jerk.

Best Poems Written by Deepannita Mukherjee

Nothing Like Maths

The Exams

Stress

Divine, O Ganga

Success

I Miss You and Will Ever Do

What Is Love

The New Year Eve

In the Morning Time

The Tale of the Parakeet