India

I am lying abroad,
To study there on,
In tumult and noise,
Far away from my country.

In east of my country,the first sun shines,
And the heavy rain falls,
Away from all the clashes,
Where the people live in friendship,
But I am sad to live here,
Far away from my country.

In west of my country, the dry sandy desert,
And the rocky sea shore,
Away from all quarrels,
Where the people live in calm,
But I am in grief to stay here,
Far away from my country.

In north of my country, the high Himalayan range,
And the thick white snow,
Away from all bustles,
Where the people live in tranquility,
But I feel dejected to remain here,
Far away from my country.

In south of my country, the spiral foamy waves,
And small conch-shells,
Away from all the sorrow,
Where the people live in gay,
But I am sorry to be here,
Far away from my country.

In village, the green crop farms,
And the yellow mustard fields,
Away from all the noise,
Where people live in peace,
But I am unhappy to be here,
Far away from my country.

Muslims perform ‘Namaaz’ in the Mosque,
Hindu chant Mantras in the temple,
Christians lit candles in the Church,
Sikh celebrate Guruparab in the Gurudwara,
Where all breath in love and unity,
Oh Yes! It’s my beloved ‘India’!!

Smile Costs!!

Always Smile

Why??

People say.................

Smile coz it costs nothing!!!

But I say..............

Smile costs!!!

When a person smiles

He/She never smiles alone

Smile is reciprocated

Smile returns replecated

Smile is contagious

It spreads soon

Give someone a smile

And he/she smiles too

Smile is very costly

Still costless as ever

Spread it as much as you can

And you will have it for ever

Keep Smiling!!!

Coz when ever you smile

I smile with you

A dream to be a teacher

Sleeping by the sea beach,
I saw myself in dream,
With a stick, I was sitting on a chair,
Now I realized, I was a teacher.

In the class I heard a shout,
“Give me that pen”, his voice was loud,
Once again, I saw the class,
Some children were playing with my glass.

I took my thick stick,
And ran towards the class,
But what is this?
A lad took my stick!
I saw the lad,
All boys in the class were mad.

One of them pulled my hair,
Others pulled my ear,
A started crying like a child,
A dirty fellow slapped me while.

I woke up from my dream,
My parents came out of the stream,
They asked me “What’s the matter?”
I replied, “I don’t want to be a teacher”.