It has been raining incessantly
I need a tablet for my hyper tension
It is only 9 o clock at night
I  have travelled by bike
for three kilometres
All the medical shops are closed
but all the liquor shops are wide open
liquor seems to be the best medicine
for all ailments
for all persons
at all places
a global phenomenon

The depression in the sea
Has caused her mother SKY to weep
continuously for twenty four hours
Her tears rolled in to streams and rivers

The farmers are weeping
As their labour ,dreams
And crops have been washed
Out by the incessant tears

The atmosphere looks gloomy
Every body looks dejectd
Except the school children
Who seem to enjoy themselves

The class rooms are full of waters
Some children are making paper boats
Some children stay indoors and feel happy
They don’t need to listen to the boring lessons

Children feel that the lessons are tiring
And the methods are out dated
Teachers don’t seem to mend their ways
They have stopped learning as they are teachers

I knew the value of time
When I watched films too much
Failed in my intermediate
And wandered aimlessly
Like a drifting cloud in the sky

I knew the value of time
When my father had been buried
Before I got to the burial ground
By just an hour late

I knew the value of time
When I missed the train
On which I got my berth
By just a minute

I would have been a respectable doctor
If had utilized my time properly in my youth
But there is no scope for ifs and buts in life
What we are matters more than what we could have been

The other day I was walking
Along the main road of the
Capital city of my state
I saw a Beautiful caption

“corruption  is a social evil”
On the vigilance Head office itself
The devil is sitting on the roof
Nobody needs any authentic proof

Without flowers and jewellery
No wife shares her bed with her husband
Every body thinks only money makes them grand
Bribe has become the watch word in this holy land

Without liquor and a hundred note
Nobody will cast his precious vote
Even the teachers took silver glasses
And silk saris for casting their vote

Without a bribe one can’t register the land
The officer shamelessly stretches his/her hand
He/she looks more like a beggar
And reminds me of a grave digger

But a few officers are very honest
Because of them a poor man gets a post
May God shed his divine light
And make their lives gorgeously bright!

I was sitting on the bank of the river
Godavari which was flowing swiftly
Towards its destination, the Bay of Bengal
Suddenly I asked my self, “What is my destination?”
I could not get a satisfactory answer
Is it? Service to humanity-
Reaching God-
Amassing a lot of wealth-
Getting a lot of wisdom
Or death-
I know not

Yesterday is a dream
tomorrow is a vision
only to day is a Present
given  to us by God

A war is
a Red scar
written  with  blood
on
a piece of
white paper