Love
Love is patient;
Love is kind;
Is there anyone
To whom you are still
unkind?
It does not envy;
It does not boast;
Is there anyone
Whom you do not love
the most?
It is not proud;
It is not tall;
The God forgives those
People who love one and
all.
It always obeys;
It always surrenders;
Believe in Him,
Your life will be full of
wonders.
It is a sole purpose;
It is a pretty game;
Miracles happen
To those who believe in
them.
S. Bharat
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
Take Care
Trust is earned
And
Heart is won.
But take care.
You may fall from heart
And lose it
If you do something
That shouldn't be done.
S. Bharat
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 12:13 AM UTC
In the Hot Summer
The sun mounts high
It blazes down on the floors
The children scurry by
Everyone has to be indoors
All the plants are adust
Temperature rises by degrees
Mulch thobs by gust
Wind is sighing in the trees
The men carpet mats
Lying in shodow they doze
Pests are the buzzing gnats
They deprive them of repose
Buffaloes let out gasp
Sheep squabble over water
On brims birds clasp
And each other they slaughter
A hot wind inflicts harms
Dust is carried by whirlwinds
Boys rush into farms
Eat up melons and leave rinds
Water begins to boil
Every drop ends up in smoke
It is the sons of soil
Who burn in heat and go broke
This is no less drought
Months ahead is the rain
Yet Karanj stands out
Blossomed in thirsty terrene.
S. Bharat
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
The Rainy Summer
In shower of raindrops
I see the dancing tufts of grass,
Under the shaky trees
Lying a huge flower fruit mass.
In midst of stormy wind
I plod through the mud.
Frozen is the cow,
Standstill buffalo and stud.
The rain begins to pelt down;
I cover myself with the sack.
During dark drizzly night,
The absence of light
Takes me into the past far back.
The lull song for me
Is sung by the frog-choir.
Soon I fall asleep
That crickets and fireflies admire.
S. Bharat
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
But I Won't Tell You
Though I don't seem to care
I have many things to share
But I won't tell you
Though I don't seem to give in
I long when you're not seen
But I won't tell you
Though I don't appear at night
I miss you out of your sight
But I won't tell you
Though I don't have you here
I yearn and want to be near
But I won't tell you
Though I don't seem to do
I love madly and think of you
But I won't tell you
S. Bharat
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
In the House
Away from them
I always walk.
Wherever I go,
To me they stalk.
A shelter from them
Now I seek.
Everyday I'm violated,
And getting weak.
I don't find
Any place of stillness;
Away from them,
From getting into mess.
I don't want to be
Here any longer.
Please, stick me out.
For I'm stuck
In the house called
The body with
Love, lust and anger.
S. Bharat
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
The Other
"Panyacha barka tambya dya, Kaku",
From outside, a boy cried
For his father had toiled in field
And his throat completely dried.
Kaku shouted at him
"It's Chhota, not Barka" with her eyes-wide.
"Run away from here,
Stupid guy from countryside!"
"Panyacha Chhota tyamba dya!"
Then he preferred to say;
"It's Lota, not Tambya, Duffer!" Chachi harshly said.
From there too he wended his way.
He didn't have any courage
To ask anyone for water for his father
Whom he should reach out?
He was considered to be the other.
An Aunt stood in the corner
And was watching this drama all along
She offered him a glass of water
Since then the boy started singing her song.
S. Bharat
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
Facade of Love
She loved Butterfly
So much
And
Its songs she used to sing,
So, I placed one
On her hand.
She screamed
And
Threw it away.
For it was without wings.
S. Bharat
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:50 AM UTC
Birthday
I realised far away
From my place
I reached.
And many promises
I breached.
To be wished by loved ones
On my birthday
I thought.
And my mother
I forgot.
On this day,
She was lying
In agonies of death.
For in this world
I had to
Take a breath.
S. Bharat
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
The Photos
Taking photo has gone
Through a change;
Sometimes this is to absolve,
Sometimes
To take revenge.
I wonder as to
Whose status is raised high;
Is it the person taking selfie
Or the person
Standing by?
It's no longer for
Your simplicity but shape;
You got to be pretty no matter
How you make face
Or gape.
I wish not to see them
As now they startle;
I capture the moments slowly
And make them
Immortal.
S. Bharat
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC