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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;...
How I wish I could step into this garden Just a temptation as I pass by I wanted to know what the flowers said And the gentle murmur of the wind in the sky. My heart swayed with happiness As I watched the upright poppies The wind whistled while kissing the trees And the jolly gardener watered them happily. Perhaps the leaves so green, were busy Preparing tasty dishes for the family! The sweet smelling fragrance of that lovely environment...
Morning Wraps me softly In a blanket of grey Touches my eyelids With pale, cool fingers Sings in my ears A twittering sparrow Tugs at my arms Lifts me gently From my bed Saying Another day is here. Round and Round The whirling fan Touching my cheek With its butterfly breath A constant breeze Blowing summer away Ruffling my hair Cooling my neck Oops! Making my papers fly!
Where have the good old days Of my country been swept away? Why is it that Indians, I feel. Are proud no longer of their country today. Where is the leadership of Gandhi That had kept us united, from dusk till dawn? Where has the sacrifice of Netaji That inspired millions gone? Good Old Days [ First Published in NBT’s Bulletin-Oct,97] Where is the idealism of Nehru That enthralled the east and west?...
Buzz! buzz! buzz! This is the song of the bee. His legs are yellow; A jolly, good fellow, And yet a great worker is he. In days that are sunny He’s getting his honey, In days that are cloudy He’s making his wax: On pinks and on lilies, And gay daffodillies, And columbine blossoms, He levies a tax! The Song of the Bee [Illustration by Aneesh Jaisinghani] Buzz! buzz! buzz! The sweet-smelling clover,...
If everything was opposite Why, less would be more. The poor will be rich And the rich will be poor. Aeroplanes fly underground Ships sail up in the sky. Two will be single One will be a pair. The tortoise, runs fast The hare, runs slow. The green light means stop The red light means go. If things were opposite I would be you And you would be me. Opposite [Illustrations by Amarjeet Malik]
Little children, never give Pain to things that feel and live; Let the gentle robin come For the crumbs you save at home; As his meat you throw along He’ll repay you with a song. Never hurt the timid hare Peeping from her green grass lair, Let her come and sport and play On the lawn at close of day. Kindness to Animals [Illustration by Aneesh Jaisinghani] The little lark goes soaring high...
An old man, going a lone highway, Came, at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide, Through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim; The sullen stream had no fears for him; But he turned, when safe on the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. “Old man,“said a fellow pilgrim, near, “You are wasting strength with building here;...
The only planned city of its time, Built by Sawai Jai Singh in his prime, Constructed with pink sandstones pretty, It’s our own Jaipur city. It was the emperor’s vision, It was Jai Singh’s dream and ambition, constructed in the beautiful nine-grid pattern, one for each planet, Mercury to Saturn. The Jantar Mantar of astronomical size, Is really Jaipur’s finest prize. Jaipur: Sawai Jai Singh’s Golden Dream [Illustrations by Kusum Chamoli] And the Hawa Mahal which represents Shri Krishna’s crown,...
Oh camel with a humpy back Do take me for a ride You’re so strong! For don’t you cross The sandy desert wide? Take me too when you go next For I would love to see The desert and an oasis Which are unknown to me! Take me Too [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] (C) Swapna Dutta
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