My self is humbled
When I see light arround
When I hear birds sound
When fresh air persuade
Its time you rise and join
Hands with the bands
Who just do the will
Of almighty and fill
Obediance and pleasure
That makes this world
beautiful
Permanance is created
By chain of trancience.
Its the beam of light
That creats this drama
Sounds and shadows
With silence and shades
Flights and blights
Strings with words
That is god!
My self is humbled!

April is retirement time
Triple hot memory stream
Of months that March close behind
Febru and Janu very kind
Not far still to remember
The days of cool December
The long talks in your chamber
The sweet eves of November
Not to mention the embers
Of love that warm up members
May be rain or hay day noon
July finds an all wet June
But days come like August guests
And busy with just inquests

Time turns September Rians
forget-me not, you asters
Full of morning glory stares
You Octogenarians
All contain within a span
Of sweet memory expanse
You too collecting pension
After superannuation.

Its nice to see you colleagues
Always glad without fatigue
Chatting and pat the other
Cracking jokes on your attire
The young baby look you wear
And the nursery kid's fire.

Its all fare and just affair
One more phase to maneuver
In the course of your orbit
On face of earth to be fit
To gain and do maximal
Service  to its proximal

April too is time to thank
For the net balance in bank
And set your mind on the crank
And care for fitness and fun
To re-register and run
The vehicle with new paint
Not to shuttle and to taint
Nor to settle in confine
But to scuttle along nature
To look and learn and nurture
And listen to the pristine
Wisdom from the Lord divine.
Thanks to you all who retire
And wish you keep up the fire!

Rapt with flowing sunlight glow
That sink my heart through eyes and ears
Lives thrive around and overflow
That throb my heart with red hot tears

Butterflies move in bouncing dance
By grassland, trees and floral beds
Air is filled with voicing glance
Of warblers chirps of humming birds

The distance fades the traffic noise
Baniyan trees too absorb it
Guardian trees watch photo shoot
Of laughing plants in bridal  poise

I stop my walk at this corner
Keeping pace with mirth in heart
Look around for the saint author
Who pens and performs this live art.

Thou art the art invisible
Thou art the voicing decibel
Thou art the soothing tangible
Thou art unimaginable!

Looking through the opaque dark
Gray sky wall's rain shower park
Eager glance beyond the frank
Whats the edge behind the blank
Giant flash fire chains break strewn
Stark down rainfed sky withdrawn
Rage in thunder frenzied dance
fighting away hauling trance
Mud stained water gush straight through
Down in mad rush outright too.

Catch up with whom I fancy
Scratching head ball too bouncy
Sky pitch look hand on door latch
The catch hit on cloudy patch
That too slip in hurry-bury flight.
Whom are they chasing to fight
Who's behind so flee in fright  
Who's fervent behind curtains
In boisterous bickering certain
Quickly turn the nature's pious
Chapter accord to chaos
With whims and sudden fancy
Who decree emergency?

Rain is billion strands in swings
Fall in troops like army wings
Once fell ground they up down spring
Scatter round in tiny strings
Sister catch and flow to reach
Big brother stream near the beach.

Lady your service to the needy
You render with  devotion
And  surrender your body
And mind to the creation.
Just that notion may be shoddy
For the greedy convocation.

All couldn't believe that talent
Was offered to multiply
And trade in the gift god lent
To apply and amass wealth and supply.

But Hi beauty, you are a true devotee
To use the gift of almighty
To touch and heal a plenty
Of suffering hearts in this community.

Short though your presence among us
It's deep and long in a sense
The example that you profess
With simple acts and joy immense.

It's our wish you continue here
For some more time to be near
As your grace and peace are dear
To us that stand in constant fear.

Since you are a chosen one
We are blessed in your presence
And we all thank you for the lessons
That we'll sure follow in sequence.

We thank God for your sweet company
A bold humble erudite seer
with simple pure diet and cure
May God bless you with long life
Many happy peaceful one free of strife
Still to serve and instill the virtues
As offerings to return the talents due
To god in multiple folds we thank you
And in thanks your hands we hold.
Dear Lady may you fare well
All days are your day if you care you well.

When you called me hi friend
It's pleasure without end
You struck the cord that bound
And left me free of count.

When you called me brother
You find me close further
That cleared of all my bother
Though I'm too a father.

When you called me O dear
It shook me like a deer
You set me free to tears
With glee that flush all smears.

When you called me O son
I felt with you as one
I looked upon the sun
And everything with fun.

So now it's my concern
If allowed to take my turn
What address would you prefer
To dress and free you for ever?

You want everything excellent from him
Can't afford, understand how much he burnt
Of his self the candle, the oil turned
Low in the pail, the toil to see you can't.

Not to fail to prevail hard he takes his tool
Every time you try to derail his profile cool
With loud laments upon the un-attained
Without standing  a while in praise of what's gained.

A soothing word of grace for the acts that comprise
In fact parts of him too a human caprice.
Some eternal fuel supply the sheen
From an unknown source we believe
Hide beyond the cosmos we live.

For what he does is not his power
But whose behind him under cover
With patented rehearsal who hold
The instincts in his dream could code
And pull decode in no time with strings
His acts are bound per whose wish he springs.

But you demand him to excel and act
your script well and bewail
The one he couldn't afford the travail
The same might be against whose will
That he may over do the strain
whose strings may not hold the sprain.

But since your love is visible to him
Surrenders he like a child in its prime
But you want him to pay rent, a
tenant
For the love space you render and bill
To see your live wish currents to fulfill
Knowing or unknowing the fact a crime
That his talent circuit may get defunct
If he over loads to make you pleasant.