Abdul Kalam's "Burnt Roti Story" On social media Keeps doing rounds Great man's great father Ate burnt roti Mother tired of long Hard day work Roti was burnt His father had great wisdom and realisation "No one is perfect Burnt roti doesn't hurt Hurt comes from harsh words" So much so is true Howsoever she was tired She was duty bound To prepare roti All the wisdom his father carried The mother could only feel sorry Everybody admires his father's wisdom Nobody questions When his wife was tired Why couldn't He himself make Atleast burnt roti If not perfect one Such values we do carry Men marry and be merry!
The light shines bright The colors are deep than l could imagine Side to side l see your goodness with your favour that awaits in the future I put my faith and trust in you lord because you have been so good to me My God
Babble, babble Technobabble They excelled In their careers Heavy weights Of degrees, fellowships Chairmen, directors Prestigious institutions, organisations Received Govt. recognition Bestowed with High civilian awards Propagate pseudoscience In an endeavour To be smart I don't pity them Pity their degrees, awards When the nation In crisis Corona menacingly advancing Heavy death tolls already Oxygen, hospital beds scarcity They condemn vaccination Discouraging people To avoid it These men of Pseudoscience Creating fear Singing sinister song As if whole medical science is wrong Men are mortal One day everyone dies From experience we generalise Is it logically possible One day one may prove Here's a man who will Never die Bizzare are these great men's beliefs They don't realise public's grief They condemn and criticize vaccination drive Themselves NO SOLUTION they could arrive They simply condemn and criticize For they're smart In possession of great degrees and awards!
Prompted by a recent video of a great man who is a professional and has received a second highest civilian award.
Here is quiet, breezy cold air, life is one dazzling snare. Where snow orchid blossom, I find cool summer, warm winter; but greatness never come sooner... My back disobey, the wind is too cold. My ear speaks, the peak alone. I wanted to be great, to be dazzling, must my heart make a killing?
Being Magnificently made and Having alot to offer ~you are great~ Am told this but I hear no sound I ask, who said that? Maybe am in fantasy! ~see the background~ I take a look and I notice ~it's the current moment~ There is so much to see in the mirror But most importantly ~the focus image~ That's you ~that's the future~
I am done with this life I am done with this sorrow Ending the strife For a better tomorrow It’s a new day, the one I longed And as if by a wave of a magic wand The sorrow is in the past But I still wonder, how long will it last? The hurdle was conquered, once and for all And I can once again be standing tall Rose glasses are on my eyes I don’t seem to remember these awful lies I have whispered to myself at night For now, I have won the fight But will I win the war? I don’t know, let’s see what the future has in store
Written the day I passed my finals and got my degree