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Esprit De Corps

When achievements stops to you and says bye.
You must learn to espy opportunity.
Try to give the best even at stale conditions
What you do is not erroneous.
You are the esoteric one.
You can,we know, you'll, we know
Don't let your life go
Simply like air blow
Earn Esprit de corps.

Don't think yourself as nitwit or a ninny
You can do which we can't.
After four moonlight comes a dark night
Catch the sight of that poor glimpse.
You have come to show you go on
And don't forget the ambition
Be the strong stone which don't move
From it's path and experiences each and every.

Don't get blow by the air
You have to show the zeal in you
Don't let your confidence go
Don't be rusty.
If you want to be proverbial
Psych yourself for the upcoming ones
Never let them go and don't be twitchy
Earn Esprit de corps.

Heads and Tails comes as intruder
Or a disaster forever and ever.
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
You can surely be the best achiever
Once, you become kin to victory.
Let's fight to win
You can, we know, you will,we know
Earn Esprit de corps.
                                     Poet - Surjendra Das (Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle).

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Story of Independence

The resources of India were medley,
the areas were uncoiled from her posture.
We were indifference,
we homage to the dictators.

But they ne'er venerable those words
those were hard vintage for us,
they set about the verb 
we started to loose our nerve.

As they recovered their senses, 
the life of Indians became limp
the narrow domestic walls were built
the Indians were tireless striving for win.

They founded the way to clear stream of reason
to make the deary deserts sand of dead habits
conditions,of her for achievement.

Spent 200 years under injunctions 
twisted by dungeon,
the country was awake
from the gift of sleep.

The foreign lost its way.
The Indians got what deserved they.
They got the unforeseen win.
All the futile one exiled from the country.

The Indians sedately settled in free India.
Everyone started to amble in their own garden.
15.August,1947wasv sealed with amethyst
it got the special amber days.

After the exuent of dictators,
they got their Independence
we became democratic.
This was the 'Story of Independence', we got.


              Poet-Surjendra Das (Pen Name- Rudyard Jostle).

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Let Me Show You How To Carry a Person

Just think resolutely
Don't waste your energy to think many,
Writing poem is a talent which never end.
Don't think its bad or good just write in woods.
Become jovial the poem may become memorable.

Read them as more as you can
No mistakes would fly and you would become a great man
In thrice is not require
At once is enough to fire.

Slowly the poem gets evolved
Bad memories of poem gets destroyed
You move to next level
From unknown get changed to a person.

Let's. Breathe the air which simply go on,
Whit out getting pressure writing is to go on.
Who said that poem is a long story?
Who said that in a poem rhyming scheme is necessary?

A poem can be Normal 
Formal or Informal.
Why do you get the fear of poem?
To great poets let us join.

To write a poem,know how to write
Just express your brain in words
You correct if you get some drawbacks
Then you exclaim,"I know to write."
                                                            Poet - Surjendra Das (Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle).

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Obscure Words

As  I woke up from the slumber,
found your visage crawling down the lumber.
I go through my journey to the anomalous world,
And just recall the faded memories with you I earned.
Fragments yet fragmented into pieces,
As the way departs for the ways so increases.
I think and wander down the Glenn.
and the get lost to the anomalous world again.


Obsolete might look our aims
but those are the blames of my ornate frames.
what those days of oblivious mates
as the way we and us all propagates.
you didn't the much as I expected
and that's the sanity of mine to have it expounded.
maybe not words look paltry
but that's not the fact for the malice to be Audrey.

Well moved by yer words so amicable and flirt actions,
and truly have no such to expound as captions.
lexicon torn up for words,
but they look so fragile as birds
moved in the darkness of gloom,
trying to be like the flower to bloom.
after the sestave
now I  end the stanza with an octave.

anon betwixt depart betimes bruit us poor.
made me cozen company established 
and friction of inertia as it published.
and made it extend far our affair of amour.
now ich believes me not swain is as yer sooth.
whence none whence
vanity of mine for none of ence
and to be honest am glad to know the truth.

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Anonymous

Should Ich compare thee with winds o'May,
Not ye know who are you?
Perhaps the sunrise on my darkest day
Not you know, this understands very few.

Even in bright time thou art winds o'pleasure,
You hath the power to transfer hell to heaven
You merely can unlock fortune of leisure.
You're one who our life had weaven.

That's th'power rests within you,
You are th'one who can provide happiness in solitary.
Every slang turns out to be the forget-me-nots to you.
That's the power rests for you in my memory.

A Sonnet is insufficient to describe thee,
Though I tried, that's enough for me.


              Poet-Surjendra Das (Pen Name-Rudyard Jostle).

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My Class a Heaven

When I come out of the security
I come out to earn a dignity.
When I enter a room called class
I see the world outside my window through the glass.

That is the place
Where I met great teachers and friends.
Sometime I fear ,"Will I find my space"
in the learning that has no ends.

I acquire the greatest knowledge up to the edge.
Moniter was king ,as they had the fear of teachers
Later during punishment they looked like innocent creatures.
Competition was high because none of us wanted to cry.

Many may say class as prison,
But if you as to me,
I would say easily,
"My class is like heaven."
                                          Poet - Surjendra Das 
                                   Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle.

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Stormy Storm

Wind blowing very fast
Don't know how much it will last
Raining very hard
Its raising. Stopping is very hard.

Ball swinging in the direction of the wind
Screaming in it with wind
Dead plants stands upright to salute
Trees bows down towards the flying flute.

A Bird holds her next tightly
In the storm that blows dangerously
I stand in between
To think in.

After the storm was o'er 
The leaves were painted green all o'er
It then brings a very beautiful scenery
And so birds starts chirping beautifully.

Now no more flies the flute
No more dead plants salute
Now no more the Bird holds her next tightly
No more the trees bows down so easily.
                                                          Poet - Surjendra Das (Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle).

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Why Not Why

Let me oppose the saying
as I've got th'fundamental right of opposing.
I must ask law,"Who be ye to frame Laws?"
Why should I follow you?Let you follow me.
Runs chasing me why? Because I'm the one.
There're several questions to be answered,

But not any answer to be questioned.
Who created nature or nature created whom?
Why do we want to be someone,
try to be what you already are.
Let me oppose the saying
'cause nobody as doin'.
So, not let fly with Phoenix,
Let Phoenix fly with us.

               Poet-Surjendra Das(Pen Name- Rudyard Jostle).