"esha" poems
When all the world is a giant burden,
Banerji sir, my colleague, a true SST Allen.
“Maan ki bat Modi ke Sath; rest other shun,”,
Says always my friend Banarji, never stun
Or stagger or startle, never remains barren.
Best friend who teaches Dhruvi and others Balkan,
Or India with psychology, without an apron.
Kenil, Hari, Bhavin, Shivani had some unban;
With Favourite dish of Dada, a fish; talks on Patan,
Sings hymns, buzzes about Mahakali one.
Says, “Your age is less than my profession.”
Scolds us, “Worst batch of year” – a Pun?
He is Bangali babu, wears dhoti, kurta even,
Talks about SST, and about doors wide open.
He is a Brahman, takes plausible action,
Wearing a chevron, is our Divine’s lion.
Meshwa, Diya, and Pitambar are clearly won,
With Aryan, Harsh, Nupur, Dishal and billion.
Let it be Shakespeare or Keats or Byron
He is through with all, has a great fortune.
Appreciates my Monorhyme and region
Never keeps quiet, but is pure bullion.
Dear to my students, Esha, Jeet or Rohan.
Prosper a lot is my wish, Oh! Aaron!
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
Friend are to share
Friends are to dare
Things come and go
But we stay there
Come and talk to me
Even u can slap me
But tell me
What's going there
Things are different
But we are same
We are phenomenal
From the first day
After MAA PAPA
You are my bae
You are my love
You are my day
When u smile
my heart smiles
I wanna tell you
That you are mine
You are my shine
After the thunder
You are my fragnance
Of lavender
You are my rainbow
After the rain
You are my KIDNEY
You are my BRAIN
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC