MY EXPECTATIONS

The world has changed with passing time,
Yet my hopes for it remain sublime—
A yearning deep, a quiet plea,
For a world where love flows endlessly.

I dream of days when tears don’t fall,
No cries of terror, no fearful call.
Eyes no longer frozen, petrified,
No guns to shatter dreams inside.

I long for a day where people don’t
Stand in queues, stretching out their hands,
For a packet of food, labeled a refugee—
A name forced upon them unfairly.

I long for nights where no one waits
For shops to close, to find a place
To rest upon a cold veranda,
Cursing fate’s cruel, heavy weight.

I long for days when hearts unite,
Where people speak of union true,
Hand in hand toward the light they walk,
To build a world both just and new.

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THE RAIN

When the sky is draped in rain clouds gray,
My heart leaps up in joyful play.
Drops fall softly from heaven’s height,
Taking me back to childhood’s light.

I still hear whistles from the bush near the pond,
An invitation from boys to bond—
To celebrate the monsoon’s cheer,
And swim toward a world sincere.

Herons and storks, patient and still,
On paddy fields by the water’s will,
Shiver in drizzle, fishing with grace,
Dreaming of a delightful feast to embrace.

Beneath the clouds’ protective dome,
The earth lies draped in wet green home.
The western wind blows soft and slow,
Presenting her a diamond shawl’s glow.

At my village door, I stand and see
Their union through the rain’s soft spree.
Trees sway and dance in the storm’s embrace,
He returns home with a smiling face.

Children run to gather mangoes sweet,
Scattered beneath the trees’ retreat.
Our elder brothers plan with care,
A monsoon feast, friendship to share.

Those days have passed, yet monsoon’s near,
Time changes all, but rain is clear.
It pours from heights with harmony,
A gift of sweet childhood memory.

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LOVE MAKES MIRACLES

Which is the most beautiful thing of this world? I think it is difficult to answer this question. Since beauty is relative, it depends on the situations. It varies from minds to minds. We can feel the beauty of this world through our senses. What I like, you don't. Even then, we can feel an equality, if I say in a broad sense, unity in diversity in everything, if we use our senses properly. We decorate a prominent place among all living beings of this earth. Our brain is so strong in decision making, planning, making inventions, exploring the unknowns. But what about our approaches.

      If we have good approaches and selections, the world would not be like this. We spend more time for disputes, never give a chance for adjustments. We are not ready to hear from others. We want to become first always forgetting whether we are merited or not. We want only our children to win the game and do anything for it forgetting the ethics of a healthy competition. We smile, artificially. We don't know the real meaning of an honest smile. We don't know who is our neighbour, for the reason we are busy, perhaps pretends so. It is very easy to blame on time. We make mistakes and want to justify it. We have forgotten to make good relationships. Instead of it, we blame, hurt, separate and kill. We don't know how to love. Selfishness has covered our minds. 

We make walls to part this society. We have grouped ourselves. We have forgotten about that beautiful culture, its essence like the elixir trying to light up our hearts to see this entire world as a single family. We are not aware about it. We are not so broad about it. We work, only for us. We must work for the betterment of this society. We must help others. This world belong to everyone here. Each living being has its own right to live here. What we need is a good mind to understand the real warmth of love. Mother earth has created everything beautifully. We must understand this. Whatever be the cast, religion, nation, never bother about it. Love each other. Only love can make miracles here. We are all brothers and sisters. Never forgot it. We can assemble on this courtyard for a better tomorrow.