the glebe
the veldt
the steppes
the glens-
the dells
filled
with
sedge
and
vetch
pebbles
sand
and
tufts
of
grass
catch
the
wind:
the salt air
succours
thirsty
poppies
so fair
Categories:
succours, nature,
Form: Verse
She is the best teacher
sometimes strict,
sometimes jovial,
sometimes friendly,
but no one can persuade better life lessons like her
She is my true friend,
gives a bright buoyant smile,
when I am happy.
Obliterates my griefs,
and gives me cheers,
when I am sad.
She is a veteran actor,
plays interesting roles,
to make me believe in miracles;
she acts like an ailing person,
but suddenly gets energy from somewhere,
and starts smiling.
She is a beautiful soul,
succours others to grow.
She is my family member,
understands me thoroughly.
she is my soulmate,
promised that she'll be with me forever.
She is a cupid,
persistently shot the floral arrows,
and provoked my inclinations,
but the wind blown in opposite direction
and I have fallen in love with her
She is an angel
If I expect too much,
she will disenchant
If I don't hope
she will create magic.
She is a God-creates and destroys
If I presume for a new plant
she will make it vanish
But she will plant a better plant
on some other place
and creates wonders
She is the one and only Mother Nature
and she is my everything
Categories:
succours, nature,
Form: Free verse
Tarnished now The Nobel Prize of Peace:
A shadow of its former self.
It succours sadness and willful disbelief,
When given to the truly undeserving.
I anguish for those languishing in jail,
Who've strived for justice and for freedom.
Their courage is a sentinel of light
Against the backdrop of dictarships deplored.
Tarnished prize, who now can comprehend,
The diminished status you have now acquired?
Disgraced, where once true recognition
To those who had suffered much for Peace's cause.
Categories:
succours, dedication, hope, peace, people,
Form: Verse