The brits most popular surname
Is varying each year
In 50s popular was Jones
Our time it is Patel
Nguen will soon take over Alabama
New Jersey represents Odessa Mama
Adolf exaggerating slightly bit
But humor this implies you learn Ivrit
Ivrit is Hebrew transliteration
All this the studies serves the healthying the NATION
System and Nature balance demands
If we attacked by ANT the servers
SO they are tasked
What do we task them with
Preservation of cultures important
Diasporas, gardens,
INDEPENDENCE at least
Teaches us dropping black white BIPOLAR
And solve problem
BUMPING OUR CYBER FIST
If you felt joyful
Your LIMIT would be met
The cyber is more clever
Do and
TAKE PART in OUR INIT
In one sterile theater where whispers flow,
A healer walks with steps that glow,
His touch as soft as falling snow,
Yet keen as dawn's first piercing light.
Through quiet eyes, so deep, so wise,
He sees the storms within my veins,
And though my weary spirit sighs,
He slows my pulse and relieves the pain.
His hands, a map of skill and grace,
Trace pathways time and trials conceal,
He listens close, he knows my face,
And speaks the words that start to heal.
A problem-solver, steady, sure,
He bends to find what others miss,
With heart so steadfast, strong, and pure,
He turns the tide with care's sweet kiss.
Though pain still lingers, dark and deep,
A gracious light has touched my soul,
And in his hands, my faith will keep,
A thread of hope to make me whole.
For kindness hums in all he's done,
Like morning's hush, like twilight's tune,
And though my battles are not won,
His voice still shines, a silver moon.
Indians have been making big splash,
And now there’s this Patel called Kash.
What, never heard of him?
He heads FBI team,
In highly-held hyphens, big dash,
One subsists or just leaves,
He in himself believes,
And tries once again all afresh.
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Happenings |05.12.2024|humour
Poet’s note: Trump appoints his long-time acolyte as chief of FBI.
Memoriam of the Great Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel
Who was the first Vice Prime Minister and Home Minister
United each petty kingdom and state and made them dwell
In a single unit, and thus he did administer...
Ironman, he was called, due to his determination.
Kings and kingdoms, like thatched huts of coconut leaves, he shook.
For a united nation, he had no hesitation.
For this, each and every possible means he undertook
We heard, as a barrister, when he was hearing a case
He happened to get a telegram and just kept quiet.
Death of his wife! Yet, as a man in war, he took his place.
Fraternally, he and Neheru tackled each riot.
We had such politicians those days, I'm sorry to say.
We lack such. Is this why we have to go the statue way...?
union of India and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
disintegration, disintegration, disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no government to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no sardar patel like leader to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
Every woe is a new poem
A new prose which fabricates the stars in the galaxy
They say about the spilling blood out from the heart
Like satin wine-drops in the pages
Behold! They hold their luck inside
Tuck their malice, which are undone
Let them breath with your inhalation
Let them live with your recitation
Every patel-less flower is a poem
They caste off their laughter in the sand
Which dehydrate them and shows the
Hallucination of heaven
Behold! They are naked and weeping for mercy
Let them cover with your hands
Let them free with your recognition
Every mate-less bird is a poem
Whose feather get ruffled by the ugly wind
They lost their voice of laughter
Sing only to remember the guillotine of fate
Behold! They’re falling from the sky with a new tone
Let them fly with your complacence
Let them have their salvation by your sad feelings.
Baldies of the world, do not despair!
It's not the end, you just lost some hair!!
Balder men are more virile, thus spake a sage
And many a woman "testify" to this old adage..
Balder men are noted to be wise and mature
Trusted by everyone, their thoughts kind and pure
No need for shampoos, combs or for hair cream
No need for a barber even in the wildest dream
Every day we can have a fresh head bath day
Not just once a week or only on one Sunday
Hairline well receded, you never seem to age
As you reach middle age, that'll be an advantage
You can fit into a cap or hat or any headgear with ease
Or you can wear a stylish wig, as fashions never cease
Father of our Nation was bald, so were Nehru and Patel
You may be considered great, and you can weave a tale!
So, Baldies of the world, don’t despair!
It is not the end, you just lost some hair!
Baldies of the world, do not despair!
It's not the end, you just lost some hair!!
Balder men are more virile, thus spake a sage
And many a woman "testify" to this old adage..
Balder men are noted to be wise and mature
Trusted by everyone, their thoughts kind and pure
No need for shampoos, combs or for hair cream
No need for a barber even in the wildest dream
Every day we can have a fresh head bath day
Not just once a week or only on one Sunday
Hairline well receded, you never seem to age
As you reach middle age, that'll be an advantage
You can fit into a cap or hat or any headgear with ease
Or you can wear a stylish wig, as fashions never cease
Father of our Nation was bald, so were Nehru and Patel
You may be considered great, and you can weave a tale!
So, Baldies of the world, don’t despair!
It is not the end, you just lost some hair!
Arch Patel
12/16/13
Broken
I feel broken inside
My body aches
My heart bleeds
My past mistakes crush me
My tears fall like Niagara Falls
I’m left here all alone
With no one on my side
No one seems to care
You’re the only one I had
Now I am broken inside
I’m alone in my world
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
Here I lie
Broken inside
Looking at that picture
Of a man, a total stranger
Braving the risk of terror
And all too possible death
To save a child lost in the melee
And facing real danger
Of coming face to face
With the merchants of death
One cannot help but think
That at such moments as these
Where a child is involved
Irrespective of whose child
One cannot think of oneself
Or of anything other than
The life of that child;
And so it was with
That man, that hero
Harish Patel!
Who exemplifies
All those heroes
Of Westgate!
a rose
roses are beautiful, but scary when it began to decay
when it blossoms it can trick your eyes and bring your mind to seduction and for
this she draws you deep into her desire
her thorns is her spell and her Patel are her abandonment. the thorns of a rose is
her self conscious. who can hold a rose firm with all hands for only it's beauty is un
top and beneath her are thorns which can bleed the heart.
a rose will remain a rose and it thorns will always protect her from harm, but
beware of a her beauty and her charm(thorn). My first date I learned my fate watch
out for these thorns which bleed the heart.