On Father’s Day I too want to give you a gift My Son
To Manas
who is a young Power Engineer
On Father’s Day I too want to give you a gift My Son
A legacy of determinations and desires
Of living in Happiness in every situation of life.
The highest goals of life can only be achieved
By those who believe in converting every struggle
A stair to rise up more in life.
Problems and difficulties of life my son
Are blessings of God to put you on stride.
Failures too are meant to make your efforts
More shining and meaningful for your life.
If you want to rise-up high in the sky
You will have to dive deep in your life,
If you want to touch the lofty heights
Never forget the ground
From where you got your first light.
Producing light and giving it to others,
Is not an ordinary work of life, My son,
With this feeling, if you comply your works
The glory of doing something for a noble cause
Would give you the wealth of Happiness throughout your Life.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 19th June 2011
Rawsome
It is indestructible and Rawsome,
Something Raw, Pure and Awesome,
Build it, misuse it, try to destroy it from within,
Before today Rawsome had never been,
When you combine it’s elements into a single alloy,
It’s Rawsome attributes can bring on tears of joy,
When the hard work of the day is done,
Some beers and Rawsome friends drinking in the Sun,
The day that my oldest son was born,
Was a Rawsome day I will remember forever more,
Another Rawsome day in my life,
Was the day I met my Rawsome Wife.
It’s a rainy day in November
The sun I can’t remember
It’s dark when I rise
And to no surprise
It’s dark when the work day ends.
It was a rainy day in November
The year I can’t remember
She packed her stuff
And left in a huff
As our marriage came to an end.
All my days are rainy Novembers
No more fire in the embers
Twelve months a year
My sky never clears
Happiness, I can only pretend.
It’s a rainy day in November
I wrote a letter that I’ll never send her
I did her wrong
Now I sing this song
With a refrain that never ends.
It’s a rainy day in November…
Another day in paradise; where all the ladies sing;
With their honey tasting ruby lips; and their garments that do cling.
And Jimmy sings of unknown soldiers; to the timed and the weak;
And Edgar speaks his darkest lines; on a mountain of Twin Peaks.
A tiny little field mouse; gathers scattered crumbs;
Then takes it to its nesting place; where mothers never done.
And the blue jay takes his shinny things; the ones he likes the best;
And it turns to watch the night come round; as the sun sets in the west.
As we live here in our cavern’s where fires the only light;
It casts its shadow on the wall; and we deem that to be right.
No one ever climbs the ladder; that could take them to the sun;
Where the clarity of light it brings; could be a freedom when we’re done.
And in the master chambers; on a bed with satin sheets;
The lady with her chains and whips; will help you feel complete.
Living in the darkness; where the only light is fire;
Burns away our better parts; that will turn into a mire.
And it’s another day in paradise; and the summer does its thing;
And such a lovely day it is; when you hear the song birds sing
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