It's A Sunday Morning
Birds out of their nests
Flowers blooming large
Many friends still in bed
Having a good rest
No hustling bustling
In the streets
Children
In color uniforms
Missing from the roads
Metro and buses
Sighing in relief
Mummies trying hard
To get their young ones
Out of the beds
They react by saying
Mamma let me sleep
It's a Sunday morning
23-08-2012
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Dr.Rajen dra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Shall Not React
I shall not react
To your shouting
My silence says
More than your words
It hurts you
You want me to react
And reply to
What you say
You want to
Satisfy your ego
If I reply
You will try to
Shout me down
A false sense of victory
Shall be seize you
You shall become more
Arrogant
I do not want to see
Your arrogance increasing
It shall make your life
Miserable
I want to see you happy
My silence shall
Hurt your ego
More than it hurts my feeling
Slowly you will learn
What you could not achieve
By anger
I achieved by silence
23-08-2012
689-49-08-12
Dr.Rajen dra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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When spring arrives
When
Cold winter goes
Cottons
Replace woolens
The cold and the mist
Is forgotten
No shivering and
Clattering of teeth
Colorful flowers
Start to bloom
It is a sigh of relief
For the peasants
Working in the field
Children find it easy
To go to school
Birds sing merrily
Old and sick
Feel happy
The sun
Loses its charm
Young people
Sing and dance
Their hearts throb more
All this happens
When spring arrives
28-01-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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My childhood
When I peep into my past
I remember my childhood
The carefree, wonderful world of my life
Nothing to bother, nothing to think
Lot of fun, lot of play
When wrong I did, said sorry to mamma
Don’t do it again was mamma’s answer
My legs ached after lot of play
Mamma would massage them at the end of the day
Who washed my clothes?
What to wear I never thought
Lot of friends
Hindu or Muslim was never the question
Climbing on the trees
Catching butterflies was the favourite pastime
Wanted everyday to be a Sunday
Getting up early I never liked
Sleeping late in the morning was my desire
How papa earns was never my concern
Brothers and sisters all loved me
I was the youngest in the family
I pray to god take the money and all the worries
And give me back my child hood
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Its Morning
Its morning
Sun rising
Moon hiding
Birds chirping
Flowers blooming
Eyes opening
Many waking
Many sleeping
Dew on the leaves
Evaporating
Bees humming
Church bell ringing
Silence going
Noise increasing
Life keeps moving
Like ever before
Night or morning
Same story again
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Spring Has Arrived Now
Wind is not that
Cold now
Sun little hot now
Birds tweeting
Flowers blooming
Weather
More pleasant now
With so much fanfare
It seems
Spring has arrived
Now
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The Sunset and The Sunrise
The sun
After a day’s travel
From east to west
Was losing its heat
Getting ready to hide
Inviting the night to come
With moon and stars in sight
Birds flew back to their nests
Humans
Finishing their days work
To have
A night of sleep and rest
Shades of sky changed
From blue
To orange, yellow and red
Sun shall move to
Other part of the world
To rise there, bringing
A new morning
Full of hope and expectancy
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A Friend Is A Friend
A friend is a friend,
Out of sight
Is never out of my mind
My dear friends
You all are embedded
Deep in my heart
Your love and concern
Makes me to do
All good
What I am able to do
It warns me not to sway
From the path of
Karma and dishonesty
Make me smile
At times
I do not interact with you
Simply because I know
You understand
My love and affection
My integrity
You can never get
Angry with me
Unknowingly I get busy
In caring new friends
Try to bring them
In my family of friends
In a way
Make them all
Your friend too
23-08-2012
693-53-08-12
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Thought
I thought
Thoughts are my best friends
But I do not know
Whenever I want to sleep
Why do they betray me?
They intrude
Come between me and my sleep
Keep coming without stopping
Probably they want to tell me
I should not forget
They have been my strength
They shall remain to be
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They’re Digging Their Own Graves
Flowers stopped blooming
Birds stopped nesting
Few leaves left
The tree was shocked
Failed to understand
The reason behind
Wore a dejected look
On the face
Prayed to god
Give me back
My flowers and birds
God replied
The human greed
Does not end
They leave no means
To achieve their ends
Take lives, cut trees
Do not realize
They are digging
Their own graves
Without animals and trees
No man would survive
If humans understand
You shall get
Flowers and birds back
I only provide
How to preserve?
They have to decide
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The red rose flower, asked god
The red rose flower
Asked god
You have given me
Beautiful look
Sweet fragrance
Eye catching color
Everybody likes me
However,
Why have you given?
Thorns to my plant
God replied
No one gets every thing
He wants
Even all my children
Are not nice
I gave thorns to
Your plant
To protect you from
Careless hands
You should be contented
With what you have
Always bear in mind
Other flowers on the earth
Do not have
Even half the qualities
You have
02-03-2012
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Happiness
Happiness
Does not mean
Posessing wealth
Neither does
Physical love
Enjoying with
Friends and family
Is happiness to me
Happiness is not also
Worldly pleasures
To me
Peace and solace
In mind
love in deeds
To do something
Ilove and cherish
Is happiness to me
23-08-2012
691-51-08-12
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
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At least listen to, what I am saying
At least listen to
What I am saying
Do not react
Without listening
You may not agree to
What I am saying
At least understand
Then respond
Just remember
If somebody
Does the same to you
Would you like it?
Why than you expect
I should accept
What you do to me
At least listen to
What I am saying
15-03-2012
378-112-03-12
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I Miss Something
I miss something
I got everything
I wished
Still I feel
I miss something
I have a family
To take care of me
I have friends
To help me
And
Share with me
I have relatives
To make me feel
I am not alone
I have money
For my needs
I have luxuries
To make me feel
Comfortable
Still I feel
Something is lacking
There remains
An unexplainable
Vaccume in my mind
I need somebody
To fulfill it
Till then
I shall always feel
I miss something
23-08-2012
692-52-08-12
Dr.Raj endra Tela, Nirantar
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The Rose Upon My Balcony
The rose upon my balcony the morning air perfuming,
Was leafless all the winter time and pining for the spring;
You ask me why her breath is sweet, and why her cheek is blooming,
It is because the sun is out and birds begin to sing.
The nightingale, whose melody is through the greenwood ringing,
Was silent when the boughs were bare and winds were blowing keen:
And if, Mamma, you ask of me the reason of his singing,
It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green.
Thus each performs his part, Mamma; the birds have found their voices,
The blowing rose a flush, Mamma, her bonny cheek to dye;
And there's sunshine in my heart, Mamma, which wakens and rejoices,
And so I sing and blush, Mamma, and that's the reason why.
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Friends as enemies
No wonder
My defeats
Brought many
Friends To my home
They all pointed out
My mistakes
Found faults in my deeds
Advised me
What
I should have done
What
I should not have done
When every thing
Was going right
The same people
Applauded me
Praised me
For whatever I did
Tried to follow me
In whatever they did
I win or lose
So called friends
Are now exposed
I now know
You do not need
Enemies
When you have
Friends like these
23-05-2012
530-49-05-12
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A Child's Even-Song
The sun is weary, for he ran
So far and fast to-day;
The birds are weary, for who sang
So many songs as they?
The bees and butterflies at last
Are tired out, for just think too
How many gardens through the day
Their little wings have fluttered through.
And so, as all tired people do,
They've gone to lay their sleepy heads
Deep deep in warm and happy beds.
The sun has shut his golden eye
And gone to sleep beneath the sky,
The birds and butterflies and bees
Have all crept into flowers and trees,
And all lie quiet, still as mice,
Till morning comes-like father's voice.
So Geoffrey, Owen, Phyllis, you
Must sleep away till morning too.
Close little eyes, down little heads,
And sleep-sleep-sleep in happy beds.
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Sunday Morning
Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late
No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state
Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays on the floor
Sunday morning papers are left outside the front door
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
(sunday, bloody sunday rest)
Glass of fizzy water helps to start the day
Sit and listen to sunday silence, problems fade away
Sunday cars and drivers break the morning air
Uncollected milk outside reveals theres no one there
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Bathrobes hang in waiting, windows steaming up
Somewhere in the sink downstairs lies an unwashed cup
Tea and toast for breakfast clear away the plates
Wash-up prepare for cooking sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
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Let them share, all what I see with my eyes
Twinkling eyes,
She was
Staring the skies
Praying
To the almighty
Oh lord, give sight
To the ones without it
Let them also see
The nature’s beauty
The flowing water
Beautiful birds
Green trees
Blooming flowers
Mountains
And the blue sky
The living beings
You created
Nears and dears
Whose
Voice they hear
Let them share
All what I see
With my eyes
If needed take
One of mine
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From darkness you came
From darkness
You came
To darkness
You shall go
Enjoy
The moments of
Light you got
Neither cry
Nor make others cry
Make your life
A blooming flower
Remember god
You came crying
You shall go
Laughing
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Evening arrives
Sun
Tired of shining
Throughout
The day
Decides to hide
Behind
The mountains
Far away
Tells the birds
To go back
To the nests
Invites the moon
To rule the night
Stars
Twinkling with him
Heat and light
Decreases
After a long day
Evening arrives
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