We weep
    not for ourselves
    but for those
    in untold suffering-
    the innocent
    sacrificed
    in the name
    of national cause
    or ideology-
    lives don't count
   whether a thousand
   or ten thousand
   should perish
  while the perpetrators
   sit back to watch
  the carnage
  drinking champagne
or revelling in whisky

we who feel
for the suffering
of our fellow-beings
can't cease weeping
in the face of humanity's dying

Life is not
    a rose-garden
    on the contrary
    it's constant burden

    we can go anywhere
    to what direction we may turn
    unrealised will be our dreams
    disappointments --how they burn!

   This then is the perennial lesson:
   to bear hazards and hardships we've to learn

If you can treat
work as fun and play
you'll wake up cheerfully
to greet the day-

however difficult the tasks
( secondary is the pay!)
you'll tackle enthusiastically
even though longer hours you'll need to stay-

when over is the day
these words you'll say:
'   I've done it---MY way!'

How could I ever say
I knew when it was just partial?
If asked upon I'd be dumb
and be in embarrassing dismay!


Of assertion everyone should beware
in every field there are experts and authorities
I'd be the world's laughing stock
if such assertion I were to declare

Will you be
more yourself today
compared with yesterday?

The idea came
to my mind
it crystallised
in my heart
feelings began
to suffuse
words broke
into verse-
to be hidden
they did refuse-
the creative muse
is an endless wonder:
fiery, fearless, dauntless
and uncompromising
it can't be defused!

Don't travel so far
that you can't find
your way home-
like a drunken person
in another place and time
you've left your heart and mind

to your senses
when you've later come
and long for home
it will be too distant-
your past footprint
you'll be unable to find

do not travel too far
all you need is in your home
many have returned empty-handed
disillusioned, disappointed, tired
and vowed never again to roam-
home is that which truly does bind