Lord of the lords,
O! God Sainath,
Always be there with us,
Always have your grace,
Under your wings we must live,
And be happy and peaceful.
Adios!
To my Lord Shri SaiNath.
Month: December 2019
Redder Love.
Redder love,
Isn’t rare.
Love is red,
A new born baby is reddish red in glow,
It’s only one’s heart,
Which must be in love.
Redder love.
Bueno?
Adios!
Old Memories And Stories.
Old memories and stories,
Want to write a memoir.
They have waited too long,
To know nature of humans,
And they have learnt a lot.
But the memoir which they would be writing,
Would be full of fairies and magic,
As only happiness,
Is the medicine to all diseases,
Either mental or Detrimental.
Adios!
A Blue Dress.
A blue dress,
Bought for my friend,
Was packed and shipped.
The parcel reached and she wore it to a party,
Where everyone appreciated the dress.
She wrote me back a letter,
Thanking me for the dress,
But a long time has passed,
I haven’t received any more letters from her.
Just yesterday,
I got the news that she is now a mother to a new born baby girl.
Well congratulations to her.
Adios!
Looking Up The Tree.
Looking up the tree,
I found a friend.
It was a small bird,
Who wanted a little piece of bread.
Looking up the tree,
I found scores and scores of cherries,
Looking up the tree,
I found my life.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 