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Ishan Bhandary Poem
I thank my teachers
For being my Guiding Star –
Helping me learn something new,
By the hour….
Teaching me that
Learning is the order of the day, Showing me how
An apple a day keeps the doctor away!
My teachers taught me
To add and to subtract
They also taught
That the Golden Ages are a fact,
That Einstein and Newton
Brewed up Inventions
And Studying Systematically
Could Rest my Tensions!
My Teachers correct me
When I am wrong
They show me how
To make and keep my body strong.
They help me make the World a Better Place,
They show me that Community Service does not mean Falling from Grace
They teach me the values
Of Respect and Integrity,
Of Determination , Humility and Honesty!
Of Living in Harmony with Nature,
Making sure that the Balance is forever Richer!
They tell us that plants also have lives
That it is only OxygenThat will keep you alive.
Learning will make you strong – to Achieve your Goals in life,
And that is where your Teachers will nurture your Drive!
That is why God made Teachers….
To bring about the person in all of us alive!
Pave our careers and this world
By being the Polaris,
To make us all shine bright,
Always like Aurous!!
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Why do we drown ourselves in a sea of sorrow
Working relentlessly to create a better tomorrow!
Why is this soil so barren, why do the children no longer play here
Why are the villagers so lost, not wanting to learn more or stay near
The materialistic world we all see today so longingly
Will be someone else’s playground, when the dark ages come slowly
Our work is not done, Unless we have made our future generations secure
Doing our routine work suddenly tends to be a big bore
Just as the waves on the ocean front splash carelessly rushing towards the shore
Our generation is rushing to our respective jobs, not leaving unturned any chore
But like a sudden current could change the course of the waves,
Mishaps could turn our lives choppy and we are suddenly left to brave –
The misery of what we could not provide for our own stays with us,
While the pompous lifestyle we used to live could suddenly seem forlorn, Oh! Pray for us
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There was a time when I was very small
Happy on a Summer’s Day ‘ere I grew tall..
Gone are the bylanes rising at dawn
Blessed by Eos,
The Letter boxes and Candy Sellers
To keep one’s eyes on!
Gone are the trees – my home:
Come Sol, Come Zeus,
Oh! Days Gone By –
Blind Man’s Bluff and Peekaboo, I grew up on!
Gone are those days with loud sounds and cheers,
Gone are those friends, neighbours and Elders!
Oh!Bygone Childhood Memories…
Close to my heart, you are cherished forever!
The hillside cycle rides that caress bright faces
The races that bring a spark in everyone’s gazes,
The once a week ride to
The farmers market with Dad,
The bargains for that little extra
In our basket with a wad!
Those weekend pranks with neighbourhood friends,
Cricket and badminton matches, the good old trends….
Oh!Bygone Childhood Memories…
Close to my heart, your profound stories!
Shut are the gates of the days gone by,
I walk on the present, quiet paths…
Oh!Bygone Childhood Memories
Close to my heart, you are cherished forever!
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My Childhood in vain?
Being small is a boon or a bane
I would say its all very insane
The expectations that adults keep of you
Is enough to scare your wits out too!
Exam time is the least exciting of them all
My Mom and Dad they don’t want me to take a fall
So study I must to get good marks et al
And yet I don’t get why their list just keeps getting tall?
Other days my teachers give me lots of homework
They say it will get me to practice what I was taught
But with so much practice all time long,
Am I really going to be that ASTRONAUT?
Who will rack his brain to solve that important problem
And always be in his superiors good books
And be known amongst peers as a know- it- all
Oh! I get goosebumps just thinking how I would look!
Now my last semester is on
And my marks will be counted on an average
This world is driving me nutty, yet again
And reading that text book like a book is my priority, DAMN!
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Where is humanity driving us today?
Which couple is trying to invest in housing to stay?
With spaces and places hiking in price,
Mankind suffers in swathing High-rise fries!
We toil day and night – to get some dough in our kitty
We could manage our hunger to make sure nobody will later pity,
We save hard to make better our each day
And spend in thrift – So that no one could ever say,
That we try to live above our reach….
Allowing just about everyone to come and preach
That every brick we put into our home,
Carries the sweat we shed, upon building that pretty dome
That we call “Dream” and strive to make things work for us
But Dreams are what we yearn to believe without a fuss,
So don’t make them a song and dance
Life is too short to keep up such a trance
Work hard to make a lot of money,
While time flies, you gotta build a house for yourself honey,
That will stand the tests of time for you
And for everyone in your family too!
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Where I stay, an affluent place
There are many friends… who I embrace
But, come this fall entered a boy tall
And soon he became an embarrassment for all
For he is the proverbial BULLY come true
He harasses children less his size, they be pink or blue!
He takes their toys and breaks them in two
And giving to his victims says, one fer me and one fer you.
He puts his foot forward, while they are running
Making them fall hard…Oh, see his cunning!
His parents they don’t stop him and people don’t talk to him,
Yet he continues to embarrass all of them
His actions they tend to intimidate them all,
He at his age is yet considered too small
Taking advantage he Bullies us all
Oh someone put an end to this menace, once and for all!
Then my mother she took an oath
To stop this menace, and to shake his tooth
She told the people and his parents, et al
To desert the society, where they lived so long
One day not finding anyone in the building,
Mr. Bully sat playing all day long,
but come evening when the shadows grew tall
He was scared not seeing anyone at all
He ran from one house to another and cried and all
Yet no one came to his rescue, no one stood by him tall
When he saw us the next day, a new boy he had become
Now he troubles no one….His lesson he’s learnt!
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There is this part of me
That looks beyond the Boy in me
That keeps me from doing ugly things
But drives me to levels of insanity
There is this part of me!
That make me love my Mom
And my Dad will my Hero be,
Both of whom I will love forever,
Both of whom a part I always will be
There is this part of me!
That every elocution I will try and win
That every competition I be in
Will make my parents proud of me
There is this part of me!
That likes to sing like a bird
Not necessarily an “Alan Walker” to be
More of a Ruskin Bond in me
There is this part of me!
That makes me dance a bit
Learning from my Dance Guruji
He moves like Michael in “Billie Jean”
Giving me cramps trying like him to be
There is this part of me!
Walking on the Sands of Time
Treating life like a beach
Feels good to grow up, the wind in my face –
And the sunshine will my Horizon be
There is always this part of me….
This Part will always be ME!!
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Where the Rich and the poor, they co-exist
Each being is humane, and yet there are misfits
Eating Vada Pav(Read “Veg Patty Burger”), adds vitamins
Every diet is a myth, so say the Shrinks
Making money is now every human aim
Quite a challenge there now, Oh damn!
If you are not - in the right profession
Oppression is the challenge that will give you tensions!
With great deeds come greater responsibilities
Every person is now managing credibility
What greater reason to not own yourself
Than making it look like somebody else’s mess!
Every child is learning the path of technology
Every human facing the wrath of technology
Remaining aware is the pitch of the day
Else you tend to each day, easily fall prey!
New nuances, Newer the crimes
Every day is a search for new dimes
This nation has fallen to a lot of prime crimes
Yet it rises each time, to shine!
From Ghettoes to Gated Communities
From Prime time to noted Celebrities
Every day is a Page 3 Event
No News Channel survives without subscribers brent!
Cleaning Canals, rivers and the Oceans
Humans they tend to keep down their emotions
When someone concerned asks the right questions
Emotions turn to fuel the wrong notion
Mind you these are just events in time
Creating history yours and mine
When will we wake up to exciting times
Where we will co-exist and yet be fine!
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Good Riddance to a smoky city
The smog filled streets and the shoddy piety
It looked like the Gods never visited the country, this part
And every nook and corner was a smudge in an artists art!
Morning walks had stopped long enough
And evening exercises were just spoken in a huff….and a puff
Every mans greed was now out in the open
That nothing but money could please, was often spoken
This city had gone from Green to polluted
And every living being here had started getting dreams diluted
Not eve n the gardens were spared
No elderly person was ever here going to be cared
For as blind as every responsible person here could get
Nobody here believed in a breathable environment to set….
That an Art Museum adorned the City Centre, as a matter of fact
And some madman said that this monument could only act….
As an enriching business, making the City a star
But now it looks like a piece of War….
Between the Government that assured the people a smart zone
And every rich-wanna-be decided to clone
By joining hands with the “Government” – thus getting their hands Dirty
Making every living soul in that City – Burn in these streets of pity!
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This Darkness inside me
Is so meant to be
A way to keep the monster in me
awake....so it be!
Working from morn to dark
Eating at my seams, this cruelty
Yet nobody says a word to me
As if allowing me to sulk on my insanity?
Making money at what cost?
That cost is for others to pay,
There is nothing for free in this World
That is what wise elders say
I have started to like feasting on other's morality
What morals do I now personally carry?
Who will account for my sins today?
Who will carry my burden for me?
This Kingdon of God, It has its own evil
Nobody here is a Saint, you see!
But everybody wants to show their good side
While their monster is lurking inside for free....
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