The sky filled with the Sun and stars!
The world filled with life!
O amidst that have I got
My place!
O in wonder!
Thus rises my song!
In the dance
Of the unbounded time
In the rise and fall of tides
The Earth thus sways!
O in the flow of blood of
My blood vessels
Have I got its force!
O in wonder!
Thus rises my song!
O on the grass have I
Ventured
Put my feet!
To go on
The forest path!
O in the fragrance
Of flowers
The glow
Brightness
Touching me
Has my mind
Swayed by joy!
O isn't it spread
The gifts of only joy!
O in wonder!
Thus rises my song!
O have I put my ears to
Opened my eyes
Added to pouring life
On the heart of this Earth!
O amidst the known
Have I got the
Presence
Of the unknown!
O in wonder!
Thus rises my song!

Ashoka
The one
Without sorrow
Devanampiya Piyadassi
The beloved of the gods
The beautiful one!
So once had it happened
Such a tale
So great in amounts!
There he came
Like a wanton wind!
To the mighty Kalinga
After all
It was his 'prestige'
Oh sorry!
His people's
His kingdom's
Prestige
Just at stake
Now it all began
Wardrums heard
Like the curses
Falling from heaven
'Bherighosa' was the
Order of the day!
Swords struck
People Kings
Everyone
In utter haywire
To end in what?
Yeah,just
The digvijayi
Ashoka
Atop his Dreamland
And a grave of dreams
Hundred thousand
Taken prisoners
Hundred and fifty
Thousand killed
This is what
Was left
To fill his 'victorious'
Eyes!
Stood atop
The Dhauli hill
The crown of his new
Acquired land
But God had something
Else in his hand
There went
These arrows
Of such destruction
Of crushed dreams
Hollowed desires
Of someone
Whose soul
Now had only
The pyre of his holy Land
To enjoy
Such was this arrow
Penetrating the
Deepest corners
Of the Great's
Heart
Something so fragile
Though no one knew
For all they'd seen
Was a stone
Without even a a drop
Of a rare moisture
Even a few!
But this scene
Had a profound
Impact
Just as if
A stone of
Conscience
Came falling
From unknown
Empires
And stirred
A stagnant pond
Took a vow
Did he
Instantly
Gave up arms
Shunned war
And spread
But only
Peace
Dhammaghosa
Reigned
Sound of peace
Was heard
Like the joyous songs
Overflowing
From heaven
For a changed one
For the Goodwill
Of all those
Who he now
Had in his heart
Allayed with
A few drops
Of just
Something so precious
After all
Had he
But gathered it
In just a few moments
O man!
Prosperity and joy
Are just awaiting
To follow
You
Your footsteps
Find it somewhere
For it is
Somewhere,somewhere
So close to you!
Find it!

What he does who plants a tree!
O he plants
The seeds of
A better Earth
A peaceful abode
For sweet arial
Creatures
The best place
To nurture
The mother Melody
Of Mother Nature
From these creatures!
He who plants a tree
Infuses a cylinder
Of unending supply
Of life to this planet!
He plants cool shade
And tender rain
Soulful Melody
And sweet grain;
He who plants a tree
Not only with goodness
But also loyalty
Doesn't just add someone
To his family
But beyond it
Does Civic good
Under hood!
In the hollows of that
Mighty being
Lies the blessing hand
Of Him
He who plants a tree
Does so much
Do you see!

Rises
A great ghost!
As my grandpa
Called it!
The broken ghost
Like the
Dullness
Of black pottery
Are it's weights!
O there the puffs
Of mighty
Nature blow
O I wonder
What is next!
I feel flowing
With the wind
In a moment
Drops pour
Torrentially
Till they satiate me
O it takes
Just a few moments!
O it arrives!
This is my
Kalbaisakhi

Travel do I
Places and people
From one to the other
Watching those waves
The heart dances in glee
O but I carry
My vices,wits
Joy's and what not!
Happy times, flowing rhymes
O humanity hath
An ancient interest
In what?
Travelling ,
That timeless good old
Thing
Yes,my dear!

Give me shore
Of thoughts and love
The rivers of imagination
Where flow galore
Where a self like me
Doesn't bore
This will be the
Shore
How I wish
The winds of expression
Making me fetish
Would carry me in their arms
The sails of the boat
Of this body
In all their charms
Oh but no alarms
And no mighty
Waters
That tumble these
Argosies
Will be to hard
Oh like those
Rams seeing
Tendrils and branches
Gave eanlings
Streaked and pied
My imagination's streams
Would overflow
The branches
Of this tree
Would break
All barriers
And be warriors
On the cheek
Of the turbulence of
Times immemorial!

O mother
Give me the moon toy
Drink will not I
Dhauri cow's milk
Nor will I
Plait my hair!
Now will I
Roll up on the ground
I will not come
To your lap!
Neither will I
Take the pearl necklace
Nor the jhanguli one
Will I be called
Nanda's son
But not yours!
O Jasoda takes him
By his ears!
And says softly
Oh baby don't tell your brother
More beautiful than the moon
Will be the bride
I'll bring you
Hearing this he spake
Oh then,ma Get me
Wed just now,not late
Soor friends all will be
The groom's companions
And thus sing
Auspicious strains
Without suspicions!