1.
Summer chauvinist,

autumnal aspirations

moments warmest


2.
Present celebrations

No supremacy

Only admirations


3.
No constant lies

oft healthy life


4.
Love exists

If our heart insists.



© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Let me then
get a vase
and water

For the Rose
that I have
brought You

Let me
liberate
Your spirit

So Your song
You will sing anew

For the beauty
of Your presence
And Your company
to keep

Let me then
adore You
In all the magic
moments that
You bring

Let me
see You
A living vision
of an Angel

For a time
of We alone

Celebrations
Sure and Certain

Far beyond all
hopes of dreams.

-R.

8.24.17

-LA
-4S

Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?

Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.

They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why

And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day

Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh  

And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung

And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.

I look at my graduation picture and your smile looks fake.

I've waited twenty three years for this date.

I know you love me, but why do I see hate?

My whole life all I asked for was sincerity.

The moment came, and you acted like you weren't happy.

I mean ****, you didn't even smile for me!

Swaymvar- Wedding! With Translation in English

Kavi, tha khayalon me khoya
Dard-e -dil soch ke roya

Tab Apsara sundarsi hui prakat
Ahista se gayee Kavi ke nikat

Likhte kyun ** kavita hamesha udaas
Racho koi rachna jisme ** harsh-o- ulhas

Ghatne wali hai ghatna avismarniya
Reh jayega baki sub kuch asmarniya

Aney wali hai baraat aaj raat
Yahi kuch gyarah- barah baje ke baad

Chaand ke saath hogi chandni
Sitare layenge jhilmil roshni

Indra layenge varsha ko saath
Varun ayenge thamey badalon ka haath

Suraj layenge bas kiran ek
Teeno mil sajayenge indradhanush anek


Draupadi ke saath honge punch pandav
Shiv bhi karenge nritya tandav

Agni khud karenge havan
Halka sa jhonka denge Pavan

Patton se banegi chudiyan hari
Maang mein mitti hogi lal sindoori

Aasman mein cha jayega kala-neela sa rang
Krishna jab nachenge radha ke sang

Rachegi khoob ras leela wahan
Dekha na hoga kabhi ye jahan

Pakwan har ek hoga anvesh
Bhojan hoga bahut hi vishesh

Srishti banegi ati ati -sundar
Rachegi jab
Ambar aur dharti ka swayamvar!



Translation The Wedding!
The poet was lost in thought
Heartbroken and distraught

When appeared an Apsara ethereal
She touched his shoulder lightly

Why do you write poems full of sorrow
Do write some poems replete with joy

About to happen is an event memorable
Everything else will be forgettable

The bridegroom will ride on a chariot light
Around eleven-twelve tonight

The moon will swing in with his moonlight
The stars will twinkle on their own shining bright

Indra will bring along the rains
Varun will hold the clouds in rein

The sun will be present as a single ray
The trio will create a rainbow array

Draupadi will come with five pandav
Shiv will swirl to his Dance Tandav

Agni himself will do the Havan
Gentle breeze will be supplied by Pavan

The bangles will be made from leaves green
The color of the earth will be vermilon red

The sky will be decked in black and blue
When Krishna will dance with Radha his beloved true

There will be celebrations lavish
Mortals will be left in disbelief

The food will indeed be delectable
Each dish will be a creative spectacle!

Creation will be at her very best
When the earth and sky
will be in their union blessed.

An infant is born
An infant is born
It is a baby boy!

Come one
Come all
To greet this baby doll

May his life be long
May his limbs grow strong
May his smiles prolong

May he have tons of fun
Out in the open sun
As he learns to walk and run

From a cherub to a tot
To a happy young colt
May his growth be a  happy trot

Let him wander everywhere
Let him stumble here and there
Let him learn to give and share

Teach him folklore
Tell him tales of yore
Of both valor and  of gore

Make him well grounded
Very well  rounded
but certainly not bounded

Fetter him not with ties
As he reaches for the skies
With his endless why's

Teach him to embrace
Every culture, every race
As you try and keep your pace

Keep him away from Apathy
And teach  him the art of empathy
And  the wisdom of sympathy

May his shoulders grow wide
With his every adult  stride
As you look on with pride

May your love shine in his eyes
May your blessings make him wise
May he always be very nice

May his life be of his choosing
May his deeds be outstanding
May his love be continuing


An infant is born
An infant is born
It is a baby boy!


The End!