COLT’S CHASE
My father was black and my mother was white
So that all made me the colour of nineteen ‘o five.
Few people said my legs were beautiful
While few said I have a future fruitfull
My dreams were not so big,
I just wanted to be a big.
I was of five who didn’t know the meaning of life
I didn’t know about my father ,my mother was no more.
One fine day I heard my master
He was saying to his child about his master
I was paying no heed to them
But he said something what I dreamt
It was the question ’ who is big?’
The answer expectedly was not of the myth
He told him the big is the one
Who can decide the destiny of many at once.
What was that ?I searched for long
Answers were not the same which I want.
One day I have broken few rules
I ran away from them and made them fools
I have not done something obscurely
My master was peevish & was surely
Their endevours were not upto the mark
I was fully free standing infront of the park

I came to the green field,
I stayed for long without any meal
The pathetic was my condition
Still I haven’t got the answer of my question.
Few told me it’s a fireball
Which breaks our dream and prevents us from fall
While few told me it’s a snow ball
Which we daily see after the fireball.
But neither the sun nor the moon were God
Somebody please tell me the answer of my what.

I then heared the shout of crowds
I thought something interesting without any doubt
I ran delirously towards that
I didn’t get what was that.

Few were shouting on the creatures like me
They were running in a big field.
As they finished I observed the behaviour
Emotions were mixed which was rare.

Some were shouting that they were ruined
While some were so happy that they have no brains
People called that a horse race
I made it a dream to be chased
I have got my answer
I have got my God
That was the thing I had been searching
That was the thing which decides the future of all.

PAPER BOAT IN THE BROOK

Paper boat in the brook
Keep it sailing,Keep it moving ,
Oh God! Keep them smiling.
Its speed is the bliss of the people who see it,
Its stoppage is the grief of the people who comprehend it.

It is an exemplary behaviour
For the lifes without any destiny,
Keep on moving till the nature carries you
For the people who have this mentality.


It is an example of the real optimist
Who have the reasons to complain
But always chooses to smile.


O foolish people ! o foolish people
Never think your life meaningless.
It has the meaning like the small boat in the brook,
Who have no destiny but still is the rapture of urchins.

O MY INDIA

O MY INDIA
The golden bird was caught in the cage
With the pain and the master’s rage,
He gave it the food to eat ,the wine to drink,
But it hardly gets the time to blink.

Then it needed an ultimate freedom,
“Do or Die” was its slogan .
In the mean time its baby was born
It also had the same demand.

At last the heaven opened its door,
Freedom was lying on their floor.
They were taught the rules to fly,
But there was still doubt in the high sky.

The bird also came in the sky’s rhythm ,
To compete with the vultures and the eagle
Pinned with the one ,crashed with the other,
There was always a pandemonium in the weather.




Humans tried to catch them again,
They made them fool by their brains.
Sometimes begged from their colleague,
There was always a crisis for their feed.

They became weak extremely weak,
When they themselves fight with their beaks
Now they starve for the days,
The condition was merciful not for the rage.

Eagle please stop them to fight ,
Tell them both the ways to fly,
Worse is that even eagle breaks the rules to fly,
Then may God come a bit lower in the sky.