Best Well Wisher Poems
The Calamity of Nepal Part 2 Concluded
The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses and roads
Creating illegal buildings and dams
And erecting high mountain reservoirs
On ocean like river Brahmaputra. 08
All these and many other
Horrible acts
Of changing or removing the mountain peaks
For roads, rails and for
Making concrete jungles
Without caring that
It is the most sensitive area of Earth
Where two giant Earth plates
Meet regularly almost everyday
Not for making gossips
But for making their kind of Love
Where, they often collide with each other
To determine, who has lost and who has won
These forces create
Havocs like the one we are witnessing in Nepal
They do it to take revenge
For the cruelties
Done by humans with the Nature
And with the mother earth. 09
The Earthquake is also the result
Of hollowing the heart of Himalaya
For making tunnels after tunnels and rails
For mining the hills and
Deforesting the green valleys
Removing forests after forests
For illegal mining and for erecting dams
For these reasons perhaps
The Earthquakes has hit Nepal and India both
But in Nepal it has done the worst
In spite of being affected by this crisis too
India is trying its best to help the people of Nepal
And now there are many other countries
Trying and helping the people of Nepal
Like a true good neighbor and well wisher. 10
All that is needed
In the hour of this terrible crisis
Is that we all should try to help
The people of Nepal
Treating them like our own
Next door neighbors and friends
For which every faith and religion
Always inspires us. 11
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th April 2015
I thank you for your gift,
You're my angel unknown,
My heart it does uplift,
To see the love you've shown;
When I wanted to quit,
You sent me my PM,
I'm here because of it,
Your gifted diadem;
Your kind-hearted gesture,
Has proved a blessing true!
Thank you, my well wisher,
May God look upon you!
~*~*~*~*~
28.07.18
i send ................... copyright-poet-mrs. anjali denandee , mom .................................................................................. hey ! you ! the falling-dry-leaf !......... you come down ....... with beautiful artistic movement........... you are too-free................ you leave .............. your past tree......... it is the rule of the nature.......... the ending is must of a life..... you was green......... now you are brown............ you touch the ground........ and then it asks ,...... '' where have you been ? ''......... you say nothing , then......... you became the dead , then............ beneath the tree........... you take place.......... it is your present address.......... then i pick up you........ and on you................. i write by my unseen ink of the mind............ '' i love you ! ''........... i send you........... to find out my lover.... you find........ and then take place........ on her palm............ and she write on you then...... by her tear............ again.... '' i love you too ! my dear ! ''.......... you return again to me, then.......... and i say to you ........ '' welcome ! ''......... and give place ........ again , on my palm.......... yes........... after your death also............ you are very useful ; oh !.............. just like the alive...... of your past-life........ you are my well-wisher..... yes...i shall keep you.......keep.......... hi ! you ! the leaf !.......... ...............................................
Lord, you know I never will be perfect,
so I won’t lie and promise to be something I am not.
Lord, you know I’m weak, but with your help,
I pray I can be strong.
For myself, I don’t have much to ask.
I count my blessings daily because I am so grateful
for my health and sanity, friends and family,
the comfort of my home and spouse,
and a job that is fulfilling.
For all the little things that mean so much to me
I thank you too:
for the food I daily savor, which also feeds my body;
for the many things each day that feed my soul -
like the beauty of the land and mountains, sea and sky,
flowers, trees and creatures I have kept as pets;
for the knowledge I’ve obtained from books and classes
and the wisdom of the ages imparted to us all;
and I greatly thank you for the talent that you gave
to actors, dancers, artists, musicians, and all the many others
producing songs, movies, shows, artwork, and sweet poetry,
for you know me, Lord, and how much I adore
those worlds created from the fertile mind,
so I thank you for that portion of talent that you gave to me,
for it has brought me to a place of joy.
Finally, but most importantly, I ask that you would bless
the sick, the poor and the downtrodden, lost souls and
those who suffer from abuse.
Of all the virtues which a goodly soul should have,
I believe it’s charity I need the most.
It’s not enough to be a mere well-wisher.
I pray that I will take more opportunities given me
to bless the lives of others.
My recent sufferings have been so small
compared to that of many others in this world.
So I know that I should have a grateful heart,
for by experiencing pain myself, I have gained more empathy
for my fellow man and I’ve learned to more appreciate
those days when I feel splendid
in body, mind, and spirit.
And thank you, God, for letting me feel free to just be me!
DAD: Dear And Dearmost
(An Ode)
O Captain! My Captain!
In my life, you are my domain
O Guide! My Guide!
I'm always on your side
O Light! My Delight!
You are like the kite
O Beacon! My Beacon!
Save me whenever I'm bygone
O My Dad! My Glad!
You are always my beloved
O Hero! My Superhero!
You are my Role-modello
O Wisher! My Well-wisher!
You are a great lover
O My Carer! My Caretaker!
You inspired my career
You’re at least a well wisher, so I thought
b’cos of you, I won’t be what I’m not
you’re the grand gangster of your backyard, so what!
your hate is impressively dynamic
the flames- to others you want to transport
the fuel of anger inside of you is quite a lot
boiling a soul which has long been hot
In your whole life, I’m just a dot
my scored goals shouldn’t be that significant
as for this challenge, heavy ammunition I’ve got
hence you can do me nothing so yourself you should sort.
Grow up and this mess inside you please abort
anyway its your choice
cos the ball has always been in your court
O' crescent moon I truly adore you so
Even the full moon upon the shore you know
Art' thee poetically made of cream white ivory
or maybe marble or like cheese in the story?
When my day not my sky is blue
Cradle me in your crescent won't you?
If rock you are upon which we can stand
pray sprinkle me your moonlit sand
Stardust if it makes me sail and fly high up to you
In your curved crescent canoe, a dream come true
You do rock, you rocky terrain way up there
All sad souls rock them then
In your swingy arching chair
In all the shapes and sizes that your sheen may show
Your Creator's artsy, creative magnificence
In designing even thy reflected luminescence
Dear God take a bow, for to Him alone I bow
Ah, glory be to God for thy diamond glow.
Crooning a song for any fervent lunar lovers like me
Join me in thanking the One Deity for all luminosity.
For this luminous nocturnal boon
we know fondly as the Moon
Moonlight, moonshine the most poetic glow
May moonlight through my windows flow
O' crescent moon you are the symbol of mankind's well wisher religion
May darkness heed what your light symbolises,
And realise, acknowledge and follow the one true God's opinion.
Who is my well-wisher?
And as my adviser
He fallow my each step
And say me to view a dream
Shower of love need of eyes
Everyone need a wake up by love eyes
You can convert way of wind
Only strong effort is needed
While you perform through your believe
You can touch peak of sky
Think only about your dream
Spread your shine all-around
Make dream come true
Believe say nothing to lose
Make a win on dream of heart
Today I met you in my dreams,
Was happy to see you there,
No verbal exchange of words took place,
But yes the eyes met and the conversation began.
All those moments lined up in front of me,
Each one waiting for its turn,
Quickly all passed by,
And we both smiled!
Though our destinies didn’t meet,
But I am glad they at least crossed,
Now when you are thousands of miles away,
And I know we are never going to see each other,
For one thing makes me feel good,
There exists a beautiful relationship between us,
We are, and will be ‘Well Wisher’ Forever!
Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
Stance of an emperor of a classy empire
The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers
One cig in hand smartens your attire
I remember my first cig puff,
How I held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity traveled down my core
As a friend lighted for me its tip
The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy
And with pride I took my first puff
Smoke dint seem finding space inside
And I burst out, it made me cough
That challenged me to attempt once again
This time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment
It was kind of a head rush… at its best!
That whiff of smoke changed everything
Nothing seemed at its best without one puff
Did it taste that good? Hell No!
Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough?
Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same
Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm
Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone
The moment I received ‘quench the flame’ alarm!
I am not bad, don’t hate me
It’s a compelling force, I can’t shun away
This addiction should only not invite my grave
Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!
You are my life, you are my way
You are the one, who knows my flaws
My shadow follows you everywhere and you are my living guardian,
And well wisher, who thinks about my future.
You are the one who encourages me, even if I hurt you much deeper.
I try my best to make you happy, but sometimes do things by which you get angry.
But still you build hope in me to become better,
Because you are my always wonderful father…
Follow your steps is what I do , as there is no one as special as you.
1. THE STORM
COPYRIGHT-POETESS-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
The storm - from where, it comes
Why - comes, it ? Where, it goes ?
When - it came first ?
Forever it goes and comes
Has it any good effect ? Who knows ?
Destroy ! Just destroy ! Just- ! Must !
The nature becomes calm -
All know - it is the before stage of storm !
Oh! Fear ! The nest thinks - on the tree palm !
The storm has no own form ;
Yet - it has very strong action !
Which can break the mother's emotion !
Lives become hopeless by it !
Forever It can stop the heart beat !
Branches never come back as alive !
The buds and baby-birds never come back !
But the storm returns again and again ...!
Bee-eggs never come back -
But after storm - again bees build the hive !
Though trees feel pain -
Yet - branches , buds come back again !
The new branches , buds , baby-birds , eggs -
Take place on the empty places -
The new nests become happy again !
Cont’d
But no kindness of the storm's invisible legs ,
These always break the sweet dreams !
For these bad works - the storm feels the happiness !
To the storm - who blesses ? ! -
Try - in minds - for own love placings !
Oh ! The storm ! What do you mean ? ! -
Now - find and think about blessings !
Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! - - -
Be the well wisher of the nature ! Please !
Not destroys - creations are the lives - keys !
In front good works - down your knees !
Know - follow - who is your creator ? Who is ---
2. AN AIRY AFTERNOON
COPYRIGHT-POETESS- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
In an airy afternoon-
I float by my little boat, on river-
Smiles, on sky, the silent moon-
I gift it my loving-look, from very far!
Waves touch my feet, which are naked;
These waves are too busy-
These never come back!
Some very little children, they are naked,
They enjoy around my boat, I see and see---
And eat pop-corn from my jute's sack;
Fishes are seen sometimes on open air-
Again hide in deep water;
My white sail- is in joy of freedom!
I reach very far from my little home!
My pets, my dog and my talking parrot,
Freely walk on my happy boat;
I call,"Hey! Children! Come here!
Yes! Please! Stand on my side;"
They do, like my speech!
Then go and on a big horse, they ride!
Which stands on bank, without speech!
TREASURED TRUST
O My friend, well-wisher and guide
I never leave him, when I feel tired
Surrounding smile at critical situations
Expressing Tears at Most Happiest times!
Oh, Trust is like a warrior, not a worrier,
None can be an honest supporter!
Oh, Trust is like a glass, once broken
It will never remain the same again!
Oh, Trust is like an invisible wall,
Between thyself and thy desires!
Oh, Trust is like a good companion,
Trust thyself, the great communion.
Trust, Trust, thy powerful guest
Not only best, but the finest boost!
Let me free !!
Let me free ……………..
I am an animal , a mother , a child , a wife , a well wisher !
Not to be caged , nor my children ,
Where I belong , is in Nature’s hands ,
Let me free………….
I have a life ! only one ,
Let me enjoy , I have the rights to
To roam in the lush green forest ,
Was my dream come true!!
Let me free ……………I’m a Tigress
Meow!!
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Oh! - Answered he, who is the sculptor of the forest's soul,
- I've lived in the songs and myths, in the hair
Of maidens who romanced me, and in my own nightmare.
There is an ellipsis right between an apotheosis
That submits the soul to a life-long worship, and a kindred mind.
Worship of what? Ex nihilio? Well, I see myself as no epigone
Of anything, in particular, but everything in general.
I am a hearer of ardent spirits that husband untouchable justice,
A pectus enkindled in thorns and brambles,
A visionary of phantasies in a hidden repository of probity,
Where I bade you to come with me onto this journey,
As I behold you, present before me, awash in
Licentious suggestions, as a well-wisher full of warmth,
And irresistible glow where no assiduity is being judged,
But conveyed when I call you to the helm.
The intricacies of silence, the ingredients of fatalism, and subordination,
Are characteristics and autonomous tendencies of certitude,
In my view, as I bestow the attributes of intuition that detect darkness,
And the darkness detects the evil you emit, and the evil is
“The thing-in-itself” according to Kant which I ruthlessly deny!
As a contrarian I advocate a different shape of intelligence,
Existent between absurdism and Quixotism, sparking my
Passion, bursting with desire to define eminence,
But leaving you to shape the soul of the forest,
Or good or evil in it, as it is your domain, your knight-errantry,
And I? I am only your occasional, lonely guest.