Truth of Life

On a morning glory,
A red rose blooms.
Its fragrance spreads across
all the open rooms.
Suddenly, a storm blows
and takes it away
Across the vales and hills
it makes its way.
But, ultimately, it falls
on a deserted place.
Its life ends
It loses its grace.

Man comes to the world
with his body and soul.
He works hard himself
and achieves his goal.
He gains name, fame,
position and wealth.
But inevitably all these
leads him to death.
He gives up everything
he has won
He comes alone and
goes alone.

I thought

I thought of a thought
when I was caught
up in a reverie.
The result was naught
though I tried a lot
to write some poetry.

I thought of a beautiful flower
in the midst of a bower
with rose red petals.
But my dream was soon over
as the clock struck the evening hour
it was time to set the kettles.

I thought of a sea-side
where I wished to abide
unconscious of now.
But my thought soon died
Ended my dream ride
I do not know how?

I thought of a long train
moving along a mountain
producing light and signal.
Suddenly, it came to my brain
the idea was mundane
and the theme was dull.

I thought and thought
but nowhere sought
an objective to proceed.
With my mind I fought
and at last I got
that nothing was conceived.

Ode to Sundar

A Salutation for a Man
Who Deserves the Best
For He who Built the Team
Has Now Put us on Test.

It's a Test of Parting
And Crying
A Celebration of his Future
But at the same time Lying

That we will Manage
To Live without You
JK is here
And We won't Miss you.

But is that True?
We don't Believe
Tears flowing down our Cheeks
Will not Stop this Eve.

We have Learnt
So much from You.
An Epitome of Patience
And Happiness are You.

We wish you Success
And a Lifetime of Joy.
Please start Crying now
And don't be Coy.

We're waiting to see
Those Teardrops pile,
Else all these Lines
Were simply Futile.