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Mom

Mom you are a star, a star only for me, 
a star which cares for me, 
a star that I love the most. 

By manthra

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Dear Past, Present and My Dear Future

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Dear Past, Present and My Dear Future

Wearing a coat 
Or call it an anorak
Through the rain he takes his steps
And on the road he walks
A hat to cover his head
Like an armored personnel 
He is dressed
Anodized from the loneliness in his pumping flesh
It beats even now
It used to beat then
With hopes for it to keep beating
Till his soul sees a dead end
He walks
Inside a shell he used to hide 
But now he breaks it
And takes a step ahead
Humiliating his past
And
Silently announcing life’s rebirth
By his anodyne walk

He walks and walks
To the mountain up ahead
He stands at the foot and
Looks back at the far end
He then says with a 
Smirk on his face
“Now it’s time”
And then breaks into a smile
Hoping for the best.
Before he walk
Any further ahead
He says to himself
“Dear past…. I will miss you 
but its fare well…….

Dear present …do know
Its happiness if you think
And sorrow if you think
And 
Oh Dearest future…
I know not what you bring 
For me
But I hope your decision to be best 
And I know I will do my best
A test you will take
Of my fate
My patience
My knowledge
And my ways…
But help me to choose right
And help me to correct
My dear past and change the fate I fear
No more of that I shall suffer
For I feel I am in good hands and hoping that’s true…”

He walks again up the mountain and by this the rain stops
No fear, not scared for he believes in a 

Bright future and 
So does the sun shine above…

By Manthra ©

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All Alone I Stand

All Alone I Stand

Dark, dreadful, 
Deep and Deceptive is the night,
In the wilderness I stand
With a fear of those
Inhabiting the wild.

Dark and gloomy is the sky and path ahead,
Destroying hopes is the darkness,
And, deceiving both mind and heart!
Is the sense of direction way night.

The shivering of leaves,
The cold wind blowing along my 
Cheeks,
Both bringing the fears of night,
Creepy shadows,
Puddles shallow,
Path narrow,
Yet I try to seek some light, 
In the wilderness I strive.

Complete silence, not a soul around,
Not a sound of any creature
And no path laid by a human,
Amongst the trees I stand
Lost from my kind,
I know now for sure,
All my friends, foes and acquaintances close,
Just left me behind alone.

My only companion in this night
Is the moon and its light,
I am alert
I am ready
Waiting to face any of nature’s difficult testimony…!

All alone I stand,
Myself with courage and waiting for
Down to triumph the 
Deceptive dark.

By 
Manthra ©
August 10th, 2015

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Plant Another

In paper I write,
Paper I throw,
Millions of trees just cut down for that
Million use those just like I!
The millions you cut, cannot
Regrow into the same
But for all I can say
Is plant another for that!
Can grow in the same way,
It will grow and grow and grow big and
Give you more to write over in a flow
But in return just do one favor
Just plant another to help
Mother nature!
For she gives you all you want.

By Manthra

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The Boy and His Coat

When he was born,
he was abandoned near the dustbin!
to keep away the cold he was
covered with an expensive coat.

He grew old enough to walk,
work and earn.
He delivered newspapers in an old broken cycle,
from door to door,
he also read a few when he was free.

He earned and saved some money in the pocket of the coat he
received as a gift...
He considered that coat 
not only as a gift but as a shield,
but never once thought of the
one who gave it to him.

There was a man sitting on the
footpath, while he was
heading home.
The boy with  his coat on, 
stopped and asked the man,
what had happened?

The man gave a sigh
and narrated his story...
once his sign was most valuable
than anything to people
his mere existence was necessary
but, because of his most
valuable belonging being
thrown away by him he had
nothing to live for.
He told the boy all what had happened...
The boy then removed his coat
with the  money in it and
gave it to the man telling him
'Thank you'!

That man was stunned
that was his son the most valuable 
thing in his life,
had taught him something,
valuable in life!


By Manthra

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Natures Ist Law

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Nature's Ist Law

When life began
It knew no true intention
When we were created
We had a purpose
But when we saw the first event of destruction
Then and there was
Nature’s Ist law established
Life and death
None lives for long
None are allowed to 
live forever either
When happiness comes,
It comes slowly
And with all its force
But when sorrow comes
It comes in full force
At once.
When life is given to one
Then beauty of nature is seen
When life is taken from
One,
Then nature’s cruelty is seen,
Nature is beautiful and loved
But feared for it destructive deeds

We keep growing
We keep moving ahead
We keep thinking
But not much of the past incidents
Time keeps moving
It knows no partiality
It never stops for anyone
Nor does it favor any
Time moves ahead and
So shall people
For we know that,
What’s lost is lost
And what the future is going to do
Is all we wish to contest in 
Life has different ways of approach
Some positive, some negative
Some joyful, some sorrowful
But nothings stays forever
And nothing shall for
That’s Nature’s Ist law 
And that shall remain
For time and people
Both move on.

By 
Manthra ©

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Fanstory

Here they comes! here they comes.
every cow mooed...
The ducks and hens 
leaving their drakes and cocks
came screachng to see the flock of those, the tiny little crows.
The king himself from his den, 
came at the screach of the hens.
Mighty and strong stepping out between the crowd, 
Proud and happy of the little feloows, 

Those who shall fly over the meadows
croack! croach! came the frong, to notify those gathered.
The wind was light and the clouds were still..
Mother crocodile wept water called tears..

The pigeons and sparrows
come in pairs to see the future come closer.
The elephants stoodby in lines to trumpet for the little victory..
The cuckoo came by with a little surprise, a souvenier! 

A gift from a far offtree, across whom they may fly, 
pieces of pear to eat along the way..
The littles of crows, 
Brought pride to their race..
By a beautiful take off..
Far far away from the sky, 
the view all those down lookup to them now..
All the animals waved good bye! and split away one by one, 
while among the little said, 'one day we will be the
crows with pride..and one day we will be the ones to see out littles fly..like fan's viewing the sky'.

by 
Manthra

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Puppets of the Lord

We are the puppets of the lord! Our bodes are bouquets to furnish,


Inside our bodies are like armors which fight strive, protect and die.

But as they say everything god gives, returns to god after death.


In the same manner our bodies return to him.

But an exception I see in the soul inside all of us.

The soul created, lived and keeps living even after death.

It was created by god.

It returns o god but never gets destroyed.

I wonder why ? but I am glad to know anyway!




By Manthra

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Fore-As the Foreman

Let's foray, let's foray
Let's foresee the success of our nation.
To becoming foremost
The foreman is on the roll
Let's pray to our forefather and foregather 
The army is foregoing
Let's forefront the other
And forget rivalry
Let's foray and foregather 
To give a foregone conclusion. 

By Manthra

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Laze

Why take risk? When thy not willing to finish the task,
Running away from the reality like a coward,
Means not of being a brave shepherd,
Walking past fantasy;

Waiting for winter like the foolish grass hopper,
and spreading word of thy, being an ant and
doing things beforehand.
It is at the most what a fool with laze does.

Fear not, 
My words may hit
but I talk calm and gentle,
truth pricks,
you hear it like a mother chiding her child, 
now listen and listen well.
For laze is only a warning,
The fruit is for you to have and not me.

May you be well is all I wish!
Whether a chide or no,
I hope you put efforts and glow
For a star resides in everyone.
I hope not to see you despair,
It might be silly, but
Those are my wise words to spare.

By 
Manthra