Crossing from road
Tyndall effect is seen

Morning sunlight is entering into the jungle of trees
Falling on grassland
Full of dew drops

Making them shining
Making them glittering

Shining like small diamonds on a sheet

As if night sky full of stars at night in dawn
Comes on earth in green colour
With all its twinkling stars

Two peacocks are on morning walk
A cow is licking her calf

Birds are chirping
Sounding melodious
Few birds are flying low
Catching the insects lying below

All this makes a scenic beauty

Sometime when you are free
Sit alone under  tree

Create a Tyndall effect for your self
Then you can see clearly
Dust and smoke particles
Inside moving freely

When whirlpool of thoughts cease
Ocean of your persona is like peaceful sea
Aura of persona creates magnetic attraction

When tornedo for all cries quit
Then cool air falls
Thoughts now give no trouble

Cool breeze from your ocean
Starts blowing from you  to others

This is the process of making a sant in you.

At your work place
At your home
Keep yourself ready
For relay race

Baton is given
Start your mission

Not to bother
Previous is slower

Not to worry
Who will be winner
Become a flight responder

Life is a relay race
Put all your efforts
At your best pace

Many races of life have been won
Many races of life have been lost
By the quality of baton to  post

Raise yourself from the clouds of problems
Raise yourself from the clouds of sadness

Take out yourself from the hollowness of inferiority

Don't let these emotions you to swallow
Which keeps you hurting
Which keeps you bleeding
Which keeps you crying

Come on
Look towards sky
Rays of hope are smiling

It is umbrella
Off white shining from outside
Colourful from inside

Having beautiful handle
Easy to hold
Easy to carry

When will be opened
Protect from rain of pain
Protect you from hot sun rays of strain

It is there to keep you cool
Keeps you fresh and ready to move

It covers you and other
who is near

Its  umbrella of love

Wonderful to see
An old man
Swinging and singing
Must be reviving
His childhood days
Let not get your childhood
Go away.

When I enter in school
A huge big  Peepal tree
Seems to welcome

Welcome by waving
its leaves which are shining

By reflecting the morning light
From perfect smooth height

It will be great!
If angle of incidence becomes
Equal to angle of reflection in LIFE