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Sumeet Mathur Poem
THE SANDS OF TIME
Silent, creepy, mysterious as its tick,
The worthiest choice, if offered a pick,
‘Tis often mentioned of many a tricky blighter,
But there’s this one, that we should take none the lighter,
No matter how low our lives are or how high,
This one, it deceives us within a blink of an eye,
Generations of attempts, seeking to unravel,
From its study, to its hopeful travel,
Enriching us with glory and joy unbound,
But always engulfing with vigil surround,
Obviously not easy to bring to heel,
Like Sand, as slippery as an eel,
These, Chronicles of Time,
In Life, undoubtedly the Prime,
Too valuable, too worthy to waste,
Lest, we regret later, the need for haste,
Cherish, save, optimize this gift,
It’s the last thing that should be allowed to drift,
Yesterday is History,
Tomorrow is a Mystery,
But today is a Gift, that is why it is called the Present. :)
Copyright © Sumeet Mathur | Year Posted 2014
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Sumeet Mathur Poem
People believe:
To change something forever,
It always starts with the Man in The Mirror.
On this Earth, long we have all been,
both aged and teen,
And I believe of all our goals,
The most important should be to ennoble our souls.
For without guilt, we use our world as a fence,
And show it our assumption of reverence,
But what makes the difference,
Is our rigid preference.
Now to save the world from the end of its tether,
The masses of millions must come together.
Because even though we claim it as the Mother of all,
We, each, look to erase it from History’s scroll.
For while we cut trees and burn fuel here,
The Earth blinds back tear after tear.
To respect this fact:
To give our evils a strong border,
I believe an endeavour to heal the world, is in order.
And to give the healing process a direction,
I suggest a bit of introspection,
This way, every man, woman and child,
Would, on “Mother” Earth, stop being so wild.
Long enough has been postponed a juncture,
Where we think about the future.
For why should the Earth, on us, show pity,
When, to save it, are ready, neither foolish nor witty?
So let us leave a little behind for our kith and kin,
And deprive ego of its biggest win.
For only those are believed human,
Who live and let live. :) :)
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Sumeet Mathur Poem
SOLDIERS OF VALOR
Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.
Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.
Fear no barrier, kept at bay,
Courage, in us, is here to stay.
For, the honor to serve is truly beyond all,
And not defined by rise or fall,
Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.
The loss of companions is for us to bear,
But touching to see the nation’s share,
Battle, war, bloodshed we pass,
Greif, glory, emotion we amass,
Hope and despair, pendulum like,
Oscillating like a naughty tyke,
Soldiers of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.
To make our people happy, to make our country proud,
We would even make it to the shroud,
For in the safety of our country, lies our peace,
And to get it to them, never will our efforts cease,
And each day we pray to God above,
To shower us with mercy and love,
Soldiers Of Valor, warriors are we,
Defending our country, protecting all thee.
Copyright © Sumeet Mathur | Year Posted 2014
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