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Spreading the shine across the land,
Making the liars dance without any band.
Making the liars dance without any band.
He is the warrior making evil tame,
Yes he is our biggest hero packed in small frame.
He started off fighting for the motherland,
God picked him safe and blessed with the magic wand.
“You’ve a role in the world to lead a change,
To beat darkness and make the evil wane.”
After the experience he read book by a great mind,
Learned to live by making life’s simple rhymes.
Spent a life of detachment and spreading renaissance,
Learned way of courage and not the path of chance.
Slowly became one who cuts the net of maya,
Living humbly with nothing owning his kaya.
“They say he is richest who can disown all,
Against such souls all the mayas fall.
For things you buy with glad eyes are lame,
They own you while you lose the important games.”
He is the victor making the corrupt sweat in cooled offices,
Causing the liars to lie more and call him names.
Our stories confirm the state of Kansa and Ravana,
When the end came they thought more of Krsna and Rama.
I see the history repeating itself on this land,
The evil shall go down to make honesty a trend.
This may not come now but take more time,
But you’ve shown us the way in the dark mine.
Greed, arrogance, and power form an evil trio,
For helping us conquer these makes you our biggest hero.
A lullaby for the jaded heart,
Soothing dew drops after fight with darts.
As I lay tired on the bed of cotton grass,
Simple things of childhood are past.
Remembering misty words on a monsoon glass,
Play in moment after being scolded in class.
The words seen this moment fading the next,
Close eyes like a child to forget the rest.
Misty mountains to hide my mushy toys,
Hidden in corners safe from decoys.
Lock the pet butterfly in your compass,
Boast of it and make friends fuss.
Dreaming dragons and fairy wands,
Life is sweet with such a simple stance.
Telegram the memoirs and get them back,
Call them urgent for the dreamy rack.
Call the simple things back for night,
Heavy eyelids and a smile are alright.
Mighty tiring the daily chores,
Wake up soon at the fairy’s door.
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Photo-credits: Urvi Jain and Meet Jain, two lovable neighborhood kiddies. They were playing with my iPad and came out with these. Love those kids.
