Best Of The Routes.

Best of the routes,

Is full of glee.

It is calm and cool,

Like a cool breeze,

In the season of spring.

Best of the routes,

Is full of happiness,

It’s all around,

But the best of the routes,

Can be found,

When it is searched,

With a heart which,

Is not in search of it.

The route shall appear,

Just like the mangoes do in the season of summer.



Just Hero.

Your lovely smile and bow,

Remind me of my past.

You called me friend and hero.

I could make everything.

I could make everything just.

You loved the apples and nuts.

The roses, chocolates and pumpkin crusts.

You asked me to tell you stories,

Of ships, seas, grass valleys and fairies.

After four long years,

You have grown up as a princess.

I came to your town,

You look below from your balcony,

And with childhood zeal,

You shouted-“You my friend, my hero”.



In Sleep And In Your Arms.

Give me my bottle of milk, Ma.

I want to sleep.

I want your cosy arms,

And I will go to deep rest.

There my friend Mitto,

Wants to play,

A hand in chess,

But I will go around in bushes,

To find my stones,

I left in Easters,

They are nine,

Different in colours,

They are round.

You will love them Ma,

Once I find them,

For this nest.

Mrs. Hini the teacher will scold me.

You will see my lips want to cry,

Soon I will smile,

As I see the big bright sky.

You will be happy seeing me smile.

I will start playing,

Once in your arms,

And once in my dream valley.

With a blink from morning sun,

I will get up,

I will see you,

And the hanging toy,

You will change my clothes,

And I will be your happy boy.