Grand father knows
His end is near
But he has no fear

He prepared his will
Taught me few skills

When I die
Don't cry
Take me to PGI

Donate my body
My liver is right
My kidneys are bright
My eyes have sight

Don't waste time
If organs not chime

Still it will be good for research
How this old man go for long life search

When they return my body
Take me for electric cremation

I don't want to cut down any tree
To make my body free

Yes, I am rejected
I am a picture which doesn't fit in their frame

Sometime people in merit are not to be selected

This is what I was told

May be having 30 years of experience
And over all incharge of many events

But
You are not as smart as your junior

Might be having very good interpersonal relationships
With students and parents

Might have spent 30 years with full dedication

What can we do if you are a silent worker?

Indeed you are strong pillar of our school
Still we can't select you as principal

SORRY

A small neem plant was grown
by an old man in his late eighties
Outside the boundry wall of his house

He looked after  it everyday
He grew some cactus for its safety

Neem plant was growing into a tree
Old man was becoming more elderly

Old man took few leaves every day
To keep himself fit

After few more years
Old man was unable to come down
From first floor to ground floor

One day I saw old man was talking to tree
"Now you are too strong
But I am too weak to walk"

I saw neem tree grew in more height
It increased its branches to reach the railing of old man's house

To my surprise one day
Old man was plucking the leaves
From first floor of his house

Neem tree was showing its gratitude
By offering its leaves to its saviour.

If I were a time traveller
I would not go to correct the mistakes I did

I can do it without being discoverer
Not required to be a time traveller

No one can change the past
But can change the future
By not repeating the same error

If you believe in God
There is no question to be stuck
Between the people who don't want to see you ahead

See yourself carefully
You are in hands of God

You only are watching
The footprints in rear mirror

Mistaken those footprints of people
Who wants you to keep behind

But these are footprints of God
Who came running to embrace you in your time of need

You become fire ball in anger
Which gives pains and burns
Feel like ferns

You forget and come again
To feel sorry you did
With wet eyes indeed

But the person who went through all pains and burns

Will not be in a position to hear
To see in your eyes to give ears