What the crud
Are you stud??
She stood on her driveway inviting us into her paradise on earth
I could see by her smile that she knew the secret to God's love
Lovingly she toiled everyday aside her husband to create space
and in her gentle way, she shared her heart with us today
I was taken by the beauty before our eyes, this lady had a gift
for creating a devotional place full of love and compassion
she would never call herself a healer, but I think she was one
I could tell by the way I felt better by the end of our meeting
She never once brought titles, religion, or doctrine into it
all she told us was that she prayed every day for those she met
this was a masterpiece on earth and God was at work here today
I am grateful for this pre-destined chance encounter of the most
blessed kind, and I'm grateful for being graced by her presence so divine
Thank you Zailboon for sharing your garden and heart.
shokorala lek ????? ??
I SALUTE BABU KUNWAR SINGH
Let me tell you the story of a true warrior king,
‘Ran Bankura’, grand old Babu Kunwar Singh;
Who was a land lord
But wielded the sword!
Remember the rebellion of 1857, when India had a first shout
Babu Kunwar led it in Bihar and did it without any doubt.
Imagine the wonderful forests, ground and ‘the cave’, who witnessed the gorilla warfare
In a fight of pride and honor when everything was not fair.
The neighing horses, the collision of swords and a command of old man
He will not get defeated, that is the best he can!
He was old yet brave, he died a master and not a slave.
It tells us there is no age to fight,
What matters is the spirit and the feel for right.
We all know of Jack n Jill but
Shouldn’t we know the old man’s will!
The force was grounded, his hand was wounded.
He went ahead and cut his hand,
To protect his people and to free his land.
One of the men who I always did brawl,
He did the same with me when I did sprawl
Against him in and around the school wall.
But I loved him as he supported in my fall.
He always who remained strong in squall.
His whole life is full of things big and small.
He had great powers to captivate and enthrall,
Which he used to control us full of gall.
I had been with him for nine years all –
All years nine or ten he did scrawl.
Is he selfish? Is he loving to all?
Is he egoist? Is he supporting in fall?
Such questions harassed my pitfall.
I got all answers positively in parasol –
He held my hands whenever I did call.
Made me what I’m now and took out from pall.
He is my inspiration, he is my ideal doll;
He is my guru, he is my cynic for my troll.
I can buy anything...
My charisma lingers in the air...
I am Mister Dollar Singh....
You can find me everywhere....!
School-going-lads to robbers rude & bad...
Blue-collared,white-collared & those without a collar...
Long for me being crazy & mad...
Everyone needs a touch of the dollar....!
I am the God of currencies...the undisputed leader...
The world economy depends on my value...
I am the light....I am the rudder...
The world follows what I do....!
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