England is the land of  the famous game, cricket
But she has never won the world cup
There seems to be slip between the lip and the cup
South Africa is a wonderful cricket team
In the world cup she has never realized her dream
West Indies has won it twice
Australia has proudly lifted it thrice
But she is out of the present race
India could with stand her fiery pace
India, Pakistan and Srilanka have won it each
NowThey are almost within the sight of its reach
Cricket seems no longer English man’s peach
The Asian colonial countries seem to have mastered
the western hegemony of English and cricket
They seem to dominate this crazy  language sport

In the morning I heard  the Koel’s melodious call
It is a sure sign of Sneaking autumn’s fall
What a striking difference between winter and spring
It is undoubtedly  season’s eternal king

I love nature’s green saree
She smiles with an uncontrollable spree
Her saree is full of beautiful flowers
there are very many different colours

Nature’s Bindi is the glorious sun
Her hair pin is the shining moon
She cools herself with her natural fan
Her stay here might be of a little span

She sits with an yellow sarree in the palanquin
The bride groom looks at her as if she were a queen
Her beauty and shyness is her divine pride
She is a newly married mesmerizing bride
the villages are replete with ripe corn
All the birds enjoy this beautiful morn

What is the meaning of our life?
We are born at a place.
live for some time
enact different roles
and leave this earth like a stage
and are heard no more

Nothing seems to be in our control:
our birth, colour, gender height,race, nation or our death
we plan many things
some things go as planned
other things happen unexpectedly.
sometimes we are optimistic
ant at times we tend to be pessimistic
but we boast of being realistic

when everything goes wonderfully
we feel we are very great
when everything turns against us
We desperately turn to God for help
Whether God created man
or man created God is a great puzzle
the existence of the soul
is as mysterious as God

Our life continues to perplex us
we may be a king or a servant
our stay on earth is not permanent
it is undoubtedly transient
only philosophy gives us some solace
Even if we live in a Royal palace

Which poetry is better?
Should it be simple, vague Or complex?
Does a poet follow meter?
Which is better?
Blank verse or free verse?
Is it a crime to write without rhyme?
Should a poet live in fantasy?
Or he should depict reality?
should a poet write with an aim?
what should be his great time?
can we call everything a poem?
Are there certain rules for its frame?
should a poet write when he is jaded?
My questions may not be avoided
Though they may not all be answered

There are three important stages
in the life of a man or woman.
Birth, marriage and death.
We do not know about our birth and death
But we enjoy and celebrate our marriage
It may be celebrated in different ways
in different cultures across the globe.
It brings happiness and joy not only
to the bride and the bridegroom
but everybody sitting in the betrothal room

A man and a woman become perfect
only after marriage in any age
The bride sits like a queen
in the Indian palanquin
And the bride groom waits for her
like the spring for the koel.
Marriage is not only to unite two bodies
but to ignite two souls.
The happiest occasion for a woman
or a man is when he/she becomes
a mother and a father.
when the child plays with a toy
the father gets inexpressible joy
and the mother feels like the HELEN OF TROY

Today is the festival of colours.
We,Indians, sprinkle colours on friends
Nature is replete with beautiful colurs.
Life is a mixture of many emotions
We turn red when we are angry
and we become greenif we are jealous

Red stands for change and valour
White is symbolic of peace and purity
Green symbolizes harvest and prosperity
Yellow is considered good omen
Saffron means sacrifice
black is considered an evil

The leaves are green
The human blood is red
The Ripe fruits and corn are yellow
milk is white and the sky is blue

Nature and life are inseparable
Different colours tell different things
May the festival of colurs bring Happiness
and prosperity in this trouble torn world!