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F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar Views: 50
Jan 06, 2010 8:39 pm F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Jack Huber Thanks to all who participated in my contest, for which I received some sonnets, a septolet, a Monchielle, a musette, and a diamante.
The scores were all within 5 points of each other on my 40 point system (10 points each for conformity to form, level of difficulty, poignancy, and poetic content.) A very close contest, endeed!
The winner of the Grand Prize (an autographed copy of my latest book, A Splendid Alternative, is Manohar Bhatia with his Monchielle, "Beyond the Mountain Wall". Congratulations for a fine poem, Manohar!
Here's the winning piece:
Beyond the Mountain Wall
Beyond the mountain wall
at the end of valley
is beautiful plateau
with a cluster of huts
all same like a ghetto!
Beyond the mountain wall
is a breathtaking scene
the air, so crisp, clean, mild
for coloured flowers to bloom
and bees buzzing in wild!
Beyond the mountain wall
is nature's paradise
with gentle flowing stream
and small pebbles buried
on either banks in green!
Beyond the mountain wall
stands lovely Gothic Church
its tower bell ringing
a soothing soft sound
with people praying, singing!
Copyright © by Manohar Bhatia
All rights reserved.
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Jan 06, 2010 9:17 pm re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Diane Tegarden Congratulations Manohar!
Energetically Yours, Diane Tegarden
"Getting OUT of Limbo-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women";"Light Through
Shuttered Window- A Compendium of my Poetry";"Anti-Vigilante and The
Rips in Time"- available at www.firewalkerpublications.com and www.Amazon.com
Private Reply to Diane Tegarden
Jan 06, 2010 11:12 pm re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Diane Stephenson Congratulations! Well done, Manohar.
Diane
http://healthycoffee.com/canada_founders.php
http://www.healthycoffee.com/coffeetimegal
http://www.myhealthylivingblog-diane.blogspot.com
Private Reply to Diane Stephenson
Jan 07, 2010 12:08 am re: re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Vincent Narayanan Hi Manohar!
Awesome. Congratulations. May more such encomiums come your way.
P&R
n v
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Jan 07, 2010 3:16 am re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Maya Mahant Congratulations Manohar, well done, lovely poem lyrical and visual.
Maya
Private Reply to Maya Mahant
Jan 07, 2010 5:22 am re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Manohar Bhatia Oh,Jack,
I am humbled and overjoyed to see my name as the winner of this contest.But,I can tell you Jack,that you are the real winner of this type of poetry,because you taught it to me.Sometimes back, a similar poem titled:"Ban On Cigarettes" was also attempted on this thread.
And,thank you Di,Diane,Maya and others for your congratulations;it has made me immensely happy.
Manohar Bhatia
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Jan 10, 2010 8:34 am re: re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Rupa A virtual painting this one Manohar. You truly deserve the crown. Congratulations!
Private Reply to Rupa
Jan 11, 2010 1:18 am re: re: re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Manohar Bhatia Rupa,
Thanks a million!
Manohar Bhatia
Monday, January 11, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Poetry Contest by Poet Jack Hubber.
F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar Views: 28
Jan 06, 2010 8:39 pm F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Jack Huber Thanks to all who participated in my contest, for which I received some sonnets, a septolet, a Monchielle, a musette, and a diamante.
The scores were all within 5 points of each other on my 40 point system (10 points each for conformity to form, level of difficulty, poignancy, and poetic content.) A very close contest, endeed!
The winner of the Grand Prize (an autographed copy of my latest book, A Splendid Alternative, is Manohar Bhatia with his Monchielle, "Beyond the Mountain Wall". Congratulations for a fine poem, Manohar!
Here's the winning piece:
Beyond the Mountain Wall
Beyond the mountain wall
at the end of valley
is beautiful plateau
with a cluster of huts
all same like a ghetto!
Beyond the mountain wall
is a breathtaking scene
the air, so crisp, clean, mild
for coloured flowers to bloom
and bees buzzing in wild!
Beyond the mountain wall
is nature's paradise
with gentle flowing stream
and small pebbles buried
on either banks in green!
Beyond the mountain wall
stands lovely Gothic Church
its tower bell ringing
a soothing soft sound
with people praying, singing!
Copyright © by Manohar Bhatia
All rights reserved.
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Jan 06, 2010 9:17 pm re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Diane Tegarden Congratulations Manohar!
Energetically Yours, Diane Tegarden
"Getting OUT of Limbo-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women";"Light Through
Shuttered Window- A Compendium of my Poetry";"Anti-Vigilante and The
Rips in Time"- available at www.firewalkerpublications.com and www.Amazon.com
Private Reply to Diane Tegarden
Jan 06, 2010 11:12 pm re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Diane Stephenson Congratulations! Well done, Manohar.
Diane
http://healthycoffee.com/canada_founders.php
http://www.healthycoffee.com/coffeetimegal
http://www.myhealthylivingblog-diane.blogspot.com
Private Reply to Diane Stephenson
Jan 07, 2010 12:08 am re: re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Vincent Narayanan Hi Manohar!
Awesome. Congratulations. May more such encomiums come your way.
P&R
n v
Private Reply to Vincent Narayanan
Jan 07, 2010 3:16 am re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Maya Mahant Congratulations Manohar, well done, lovely poem lyrical and visual.
Maya
Private Reply to Maya Mahant
Jan 07, 2010 5:22 am re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Manohar Bhatia Oh,Jack,
I am humbled and overjoyed to see my name as the winner of this contest.But,I can tell you Jack,that you are the real winner of this type of poetry,because you taught it to me.Sometimes back, a similar poem titled:"Ban On Cigarettes" was also attempted on this thread.
And,thank you Di,Diane,Maya and others for your congratulations;it has made me immensely happy.
Manohar Bhatia
Jan 06, 2010 8:39 pm F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Jack Huber Thanks to all who participated in my contest, for which I received some sonnets, a septolet, a Monchielle, a musette, and a diamante.
The scores were all within 5 points of each other on my 40 point system (10 points each for conformity to form, level of difficulty, poignancy, and poetic content.) A very close contest, endeed!
The winner of the Grand Prize (an autographed copy of my latest book, A Splendid Alternative, is Manohar Bhatia with his Monchielle, "Beyond the Mountain Wall". Congratulations for a fine poem, Manohar!
Here's the winning piece:
Beyond the Mountain Wall
Beyond the mountain wall
at the end of valley
is beautiful plateau
with a cluster of huts
all same like a ghetto!
Beyond the mountain wall
is a breathtaking scene
the air, so crisp, clean, mild
for coloured flowers to bloom
and bees buzzing in wild!
Beyond the mountain wall
is nature's paradise
with gentle flowing stream
and small pebbles buried
on either banks in green!
Beyond the mountain wall
stands lovely Gothic Church
its tower bell ringing
a soothing soft sound
with people praying, singing!
Copyright © by Manohar Bhatia
All rights reserved.
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Jan 06, 2010 9:17 pm re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Diane Tegarden Congratulations Manohar!
Energetically Yours, Diane Tegarden
"Getting OUT of Limbo-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women";"Light Through
Shuttered Window- A Compendium of my Poetry";"Anti-Vigilante and The
Rips in Time"- available at www.firewalkerpublications.com and www.Amazon.com
Private Reply to Diane Tegarden
Jan 06, 2010 11:12 pm re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Diane Stephenson Congratulations! Well done, Manohar.
Diane
http://healthycoffee.com/canada_founders.php
http://www.healthycoffee.com/coffeetimegal
http://www.myhealthylivingblog-diane.blogspot.com
Private Reply to Diane Stephenson
Jan 07, 2010 12:08 am re: re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Vincent Narayanan Hi Manohar!
Awesome. Congratulations. May more such encomiums come your way.
P&R
n v
Private Reply to Vincent Narayanan
Jan 07, 2010 3:16 am re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Maya Mahant Congratulations Manohar, well done, lovely poem lyrical and visual.
Maya
Private Reply to Maya Mahant
Jan 07, 2010 5:22 am re: F.O.R.M. Contest Grand Prize Winner- Manohar #
Manohar Bhatia Oh,Jack,
I am humbled and overjoyed to see my name as the winner of this contest.But,I can tell you Jack,that you are the real winner of this type of poetry,because you taught it to me.Sometimes back, a similar poem titled:"Ban On Cigarettes" was also attempted on this thread.
And,thank you Di,Diane,Maya and others for your congratulations;it has made me immensely happy.
Manohar Bhatia
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
"The Touch" :::::::::::::::::::: A short Poem.
"A Touch"........... A Poem. Views: 36
Jan 04, 2010 7:19 am "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Manohar Bhatia Every time,I touch my child
I am reminded of my wife
of her nostalgic memories......
A touch so loving,mesmerising
to melt a solid rock!
How my headaches
used to vanish forever
whenever she pressed my head!
How my tired body
was ready to rejunevate
upon her simple,delicate
embrace!
How she touched me
in the mornings to
awake me from my sleep
by wispering sweet nothings
into my ever alert ears!
How she encirled me
during a session of ball-room
dancing on the New Year's Eve!
How my telephone-talks
were inspiring during my
office breaks,that
I almost felt her touch!
How her cooked dishes
were decorately displayed
on dining table that
upon tasting them
I could feel the hand
who has made those lovelies!
How sitting on a bike
as a pillion rider,
had an electrifying affect
on my driving that even a
30.m.p.h speed seemed
to bike floating in the air!
How sitting in the car
besides me,made me
think that we both are
driving the vehicle!
---The End---
copyright@ManoharBhatia
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Jan 04, 2010 8:27 am re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
LC Again, a touching piece...love of a woman embraces like no other
Private Reply to LC
Jan 04, 2010 9:30 am re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Diane Tegarden
Manohar,
your tribute to your lovely wife shows the love and care you had for her, how you appreciated her and how she will be sorely missed.
You are a gentleman and a bard,
Diane T.
Energetically Yours, Diane Tegarden
"Getting OUT of Limbo-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women";"Light Through
Shuttered Window- A Compendium of my Poetry";"Anti-Vigilante and The
Rips in Time"- available at www.firewalkerpublications.com and www.Amazon.com
Private Reply to Diane Tegarden
Jan 04, 2010 12:39 pm re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Diane Stephenson Manohar:
Your deep love for your wife is so obvious in your poem and the loss you feel because of losing her. But those memories will serve you well to help dispel the grief.
Diane
http://healthycoffee.com/canada_founders.php
http://www.healthycoffee.com/coffeetimegal
http://www.myhealthylivingblog-diane.blogspot.com
Private Reply to Diane Stephenson
Jan 05, 2010 10:53 am re: re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Ayub Bangroo
Manohar G,
You have immortalised all those moments and memories through these lines.
ayub
Private Reply to Ayub Bangroo
Jan 06, 2010 5:25 am re: re: re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
LC,Di,Diane,Ayub::::::I am overwhelmed by your reactions.Its true,I still cry for my wife,because she was a noble soul,never hurting anyone;but always smiling and she had a million $ smile.She had acted also in one Indian religious movie in India.A big thank you to all of you.
Manohar Bhatia
Jan 04, 2010 7:19 am "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Manohar Bhatia Every time,I touch my child
I am reminded of my wife
of her nostalgic memories......
A touch so loving,mesmerising
to melt a solid rock!
How my headaches
used to vanish forever
whenever she pressed my head!
How my tired body
was ready to rejunevate
upon her simple,delicate
embrace!
How she touched me
in the mornings to
awake me from my sleep
by wispering sweet nothings
into my ever alert ears!
How she encirled me
during a session of ball-room
dancing on the New Year's Eve!
How my telephone-talks
were inspiring during my
office breaks,that
I almost felt her touch!
How her cooked dishes
were decorately displayed
on dining table that
upon tasting them
I could feel the hand
who has made those lovelies!
How sitting on a bike
as a pillion rider,
had an electrifying affect
on my driving that even a
30.m.p.h speed seemed
to bike floating in the air!
How sitting in the car
besides me,made me
think that we both are
driving the vehicle!
---The End---
copyright@ManoharBhatia
Private Reply to Manohar Bhatia Delete your post
Jan 04, 2010 8:27 am re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
LC Again, a touching piece...love of a woman embraces like no other
Private Reply to LC
Jan 04, 2010 9:30 am re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Diane Tegarden
Manohar,
your tribute to your lovely wife shows the love and care you had for her, how you appreciated her and how she will be sorely missed.
You are a gentleman and a bard,
Diane T.
Energetically Yours, Diane Tegarden
"Getting OUT of Limbo-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women";"Light Through
Shuttered Window- A Compendium of my Poetry";"Anti-Vigilante and The
Rips in Time"- available at www.firewalkerpublications.com and www.Amazon.com
Private Reply to Diane Tegarden
Jan 04, 2010 12:39 pm re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Diane Stephenson Manohar:
Your deep love for your wife is so obvious in your poem and the loss you feel because of losing her. But those memories will serve you well to help dispel the grief.
Diane
http://healthycoffee.com/canada_founders.php
http://www.healthycoffee.com/coffeetimegal
http://www.myhealthylivingblog-diane.blogspot.com
Private Reply to Diane Stephenson
Jan 05, 2010 10:53 am re: re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Ayub Bangroo
Manohar G,
You have immortalised all those moments and memories through these lines.
ayub
Private Reply to Ayub Bangroo
Jan 06, 2010 5:25 am re: re: re: "A Touch"........... A Poem. #
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
LC,Di,Diane,Ayub::::::I am overwhelmed by your reactions.Its true,I still cry for my wife,because she was a noble soul,never hurting anyone;but always smiling and she had a million $ smile.She had acted also in one Indian religious movie in India.A big thank you to all of you.
Manohar Bhatia
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Different Type Of Poetry:::: F.O.R.M....Clerihew
F.O.R.M.- Clerihew Views: 39
Dec 07, 2009 10:12 pm F.O.R.M.- Clerihew #
Jack Huber
Clerihew
A clerihew is a humorous 4-line poem about a celebrity, named in the first line. Often the celebrity’s name comprises the entire first line. Invented by poet Edmund Clerihew Bentley, a clerihew pokes fun at someone famous or puts them in an absurd light, though is not abusive. It is common for a Clerihew to parody short eulogies.
There is no set meter. In fact, the Clerihew usually contains irregular line lengths. The rhyming scheme of “a-a-b-b†can be comically contrived.
In a rhyming pattern, lines ending in a sound designated by “a†only rhyme with other “a†lines, “b†lines only with other “b†lines, and so on.
The title of a Clerihew is always the name of its subject.
Examples:
Charlie Sheen
The great Charlie Sheen
is a fan of caffeine,
especially when his head is tender-
recovering from his latest bender.
Tom Hanks
Tom Hanks
must own some banks.
He’s almost Donald Trump
in the guise of Forrest Gump.
Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber
My FORM articles are now located on AC: www.associatedcontent.com/jackhuber.
Dec 07, 2009 10:12 pm F.O.R.M.- Clerihew #
Jack Huber
Clerihew
A clerihew is a humorous 4-line poem about a celebrity, named in the first line. Often the celebrity’s name comprises the entire first line. Invented by poet Edmund Clerihew Bentley, a clerihew pokes fun at someone famous or puts them in an absurd light, though is not abusive. It is common for a Clerihew to parody short eulogies.
There is no set meter. In fact, the Clerihew usually contains irregular line lengths. The rhyming scheme of “a-a-b-b†can be comically contrived.
In a rhyming pattern, lines ending in a sound designated by “a†only rhyme with other “a†lines, “b†lines only with other “b†lines, and so on.
The title of a Clerihew is always the name of its subject.
Examples:
Charlie Sheen
The great Charlie Sheen
is a fan of caffeine,
especially when his head is tender-
recovering from his latest bender.
Tom Hanks
Tom Hanks
must own some banks.
He’s almost Donald Trump
in the guise of Forrest Gump.
Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber
My FORM articles are now located on AC: www.associatedcontent.com/jackhuber.
Different Type of Poetry:::: F.O.R.M..Pleiades
F.O.R.M.- Pleiades Views: 40
Jul 28, 2009 9:50 am F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Jack Huber Pleiades
Named for the famous star cluster, a Pleiades is a seven-line poem without any set meter or rhyme. The seven brightest stars in the constellation were named for the “Seven Sisters” in Greek mythology, thus the seven lines. This form was invented about a decade ago by Craig Tigerman, an editor for Sol Magazine, an online poetry periodical.
A Pleiades has a one-word title and each of its seven lines begins with the same letter as the first letter in the title.
Example:
Weathermost
When the brilliant burst lights the sky,
We count off the seconds aloud,
Willing the delay longer before thunder
Wields its booming voice, interrupting our
Watch for the storm's next strike. Having
Withdrawn, our attention now returns to the
Window into Nature's electric choreography.
Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Jul 30, 2009 1:43 am re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Manohar Bhatia Hi Jack,
How beautiful?How do you pronounce Pleiades?I will come back to this thead after forming my Pleiades.
Manohar Bhatia
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Jul 30, 2009 5:19 am re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
dalip daswani
THISTLE-DOWN
__________________
There is no horizon, no end to tyranny
To myth-making stereotypes and caricature
The spaghetti in a plate is quite streamlined
Till the amorous fork thrusts to entangle
To feed one's hunger and lustful appetite.
T'was you see the mating ball of serpents
That brought Eve and the apple to me.
................
Thanks Jack... looking forward to your feedback
cheers
Private Reply to dalip daswani
Jul 30, 2009 9:23 am re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Jack Huber It's pronounced "plee-uh-deez." I'm looking forward to seeing your poem.
Jack
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Jul 31, 2009 1:18 am re: re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Manohar Bhatia Hi Jack,
Thanks.Here's my Pleiades:::::::::::::
MISUNDERSTOOD:::::::::
Misunderstanding is the
Most confusing word in the
Mind of many,sadly
Misunderstaood for
Many times over
Mundane things,sometimes taken as
Moonshine in their life.
Jack,I have tried it,I do not know whether it is correct.
Manohar Bhatia
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Jul 31, 2009 9:04 am re: re: re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Jack Huber Yes, Manohar, you have written a fine Pleiades according to form. Nice piece!
Jack
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Aug 01, 2009 6:49 am re: re: re: re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Manohar Bhatia Hi Jack,
Oh!Jack,I am so thrilled to be acknowledged for writing a Pleiades by a fine poet like on my first attempt.I am going to keep this piece with me as a memento!Thanks for showing me something new!
Manohar Bhatia
Jul 28, 2009 9:50 am F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Jack Huber Pleiades
Named for the famous star cluster, a Pleiades is a seven-line poem without any set meter or rhyme. The seven brightest stars in the constellation were named for the “Seven Sisters” in Greek mythology, thus the seven lines. This form was invented about a decade ago by Craig Tigerman, an editor for Sol Magazine, an online poetry periodical.
A Pleiades has a one-word title and each of its seven lines begins with the same letter as the first letter in the title.
Example:
Weathermost
When the brilliant burst lights the sky,
We count off the seconds aloud,
Willing the delay longer before thunder
Wields its booming voice, interrupting our
Watch for the storm's next strike. Having
Withdrawn, our attention now returns to the
Window into Nature's electric choreography.
Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Jul 30, 2009 1:43 am re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Manohar Bhatia Hi Jack,
How beautiful?How do you pronounce Pleiades?I will come back to this thead after forming my Pleiades.
Manohar Bhatia
Private Reply to Manohar Bhatia Delete your post
Jul 30, 2009 5:19 am re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
dalip daswani
THISTLE-DOWN
__________________
There is no horizon, no end to tyranny
To myth-making stereotypes and caricature
The spaghetti in a plate is quite streamlined
Till the amorous fork thrusts to entangle
To feed one's hunger and lustful appetite.
T'was you see the mating ball of serpents
That brought Eve and the apple to me.
................
Thanks Jack... looking forward to your feedback
cheers
Private Reply to dalip daswani
Jul 30, 2009 9:23 am re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Jack Huber It's pronounced "plee-uh-deez." I'm looking forward to seeing your poem.
Jack
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Jul 31, 2009 1:18 am re: re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Manohar Bhatia Hi Jack,
Thanks.Here's my Pleiades:::::::::::::
MISUNDERSTOOD:::::::::
Misunderstanding is the
Most confusing word in the
Mind of many,sadly
Misunderstaood for
Many times over
Mundane things,sometimes taken as
Moonshine in their life.
Jack,I have tried it,I do not know whether it is correct.
Manohar Bhatia
Private Reply to Manohar Bhatia Delete your post
Jul 31, 2009 9:04 am re: re: re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Jack Huber Yes, Manohar, you have written a fine Pleiades according to form. Nice piece!
Jack
Private Reply to Jack Huber
Aug 01, 2009 6:49 am re: re: re: re: re: F.O.R.M.- Pleiades #
Manohar Bhatia Hi Jack,
Oh!Jack,I am so thrilled to be acknowledged for writing a Pleiades by a fine poet like on my first attempt.I am going to keep this piece with me as a memento!Thanks for showing me something new!
Manohar Bhatia
A Short Poem::::::::: "On Smallest"
Poem: "On Smallest" Views: 35
Aug 17, 2009 9:44 am Poem: "On Smallest" #
Manohar Bhatia
Short Poem::::::::: "On Smallest"
The smallest distance
between two points
is a line;but the
smallest distance between
two persons is only
a line of communication!
The smallest planet in the
universe is not a star
as seen by a naked eye,
but a STAR that cannot be
seen in an ugly planet!
The smallest appreciation
is not the one saying
'thank you'but a smallest
gesture that shows appreciation
without saying anything!
The smallest mistake is
not the one that hurts the
self,but the one that
hurt the other selves!
The smallest truth is not
the one which is real,
but the one that is
a lie fabricated by truth!
The smallest error between
cup and lip is a slip,
And the smallest mistake
between patience and restraint
is slip of the tongue!
The smallest compact disc
is not the one
measured in size,
but is the one
with unlimited storage!
The smallest talk
is not the one spoken
by mouth,but the one
known by telepathy!
The smallest walk
is not of one step,
but a walk-over
in your absence!
The smallest tide
is not measured in height,
but is calculated
in the affairs of men!
The smallest confusion
is not with word 'confusion'
in an English language
but 'confusion' being used
as a metaphor!
The smallest love
is not a kiss planted
on the lips,but a
love camouflaged by lust!
_____ The End ____
copyright@ManoharBhatia
Aug 17, 2009 9:44 am Poem: "On Smallest" #
Manohar Bhatia
Short Poem::::::::: "On Smallest"
The smallest distance
between two points
is a line;but the
smallest distance between
two persons is only
a line of communication!
The smallest planet in the
universe is not a star
as seen by a naked eye,
but a STAR that cannot be
seen in an ugly planet!
The smallest appreciation
is not the one saying
'thank you'but a smallest
gesture that shows appreciation
without saying anything!
The smallest mistake is
not the one that hurts the
self,but the one that
hurt the other selves!
The smallest truth is not
the one which is real,
but the one that is
a lie fabricated by truth!
The smallest error between
cup and lip is a slip,
And the smallest mistake
between patience and restraint
is slip of the tongue!
The smallest compact disc
is not the one
measured in size,
but is the one
with unlimited storage!
The smallest talk
is not the one spoken
by mouth,but the one
known by telepathy!
The smallest walk
is not of one step,
but a walk-over
in your absence!
The smallest tide
is not measured in height,
but is calculated
in the affairs of men!
The smallest confusion
is not with word 'confusion'
in an English language
but 'confusion' being used
as a metaphor!
The smallest love
is not a kiss planted
on the lips,but a
love camouflaged by lust!
_____ The End ____
copyright@ManoharBhatia
"Whence Gonneth Those Days?"::::::::::: A Poem
"Whence Gonneth Those Days?"::::::::::::::::::::: A PoemSaturday, September 5, 2009 Views: 40
Sep 07, 2009 3:38 am "Whence Gonneth Those Days?"::::::::::::::::::::: A PoemSaturday, September 5, 2009 #
Manohar Bhatia This poem is my real experience when I was in my teens.Feedback and editing wanted by Jack,Diane and others.Thanks.
"Whence Gonneth Those Days?"............A Poem
When we were young,energetic,full of life,
On Sunday mornings,we were at Colaba,
At our granny's house,with uncles,aunts,nieces,
Stretching ourselves at the secluded beaches,
Swimming in the backbay waters,
Eating mangoes,basking in the sun,
Playing with shells,pebbles,gun,
Sometimes burying ourselves in the sand,
Remaining there for a long time,
With only our heads popping out for fun!
Noontime,there were afternoon siestas,
Dead tired after watching on telly some fiestas,
Now, when clock strikes 5.00 p.m.
We have hot cups of tea,
With spicy cutlets,crispy nuggets,
To pamper our villianous pallets.
By evenings,we get ready
To trot to Eros Theatre steady,
Screening Marx Bros,Laurel&Hardy,
Or slapstick comedy of Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis,
A laugh riot of our lives,
Till tear fall off our eyes!
At nightfalls,we had wooden cots,
Laid out under pipal trees,flower pots,
With the cool evening breeze blowing,
Hearing fairy tales from Granny at bedtime,
And falling asleep like a log!
Oh! Those were the days,
Waking up one fine morning,
From a soft bed into luminious sunlight,
Feeling warm,well fed,well loved,
well cared for a longing
peace,silence,stillness, bliss!
Will those days ever commeth?
____ The End_____
copyright@ManoharBhatia
Sep 07, 2009 3:38 am "Whence Gonneth Those Days?"::::::::::::::::::::: A PoemSaturday, September 5, 2009 #
Manohar Bhatia This poem is my real experience when I was in my teens.Feedback and editing wanted by Jack,Diane and others.Thanks.
"Whence Gonneth Those Days?"............A Poem
When we were young,energetic,full of life,
On Sunday mornings,we were at Colaba,
At our granny's house,with uncles,aunts,nieces,
Stretching ourselves at the secluded beaches,
Swimming in the backbay waters,
Eating mangoes,basking in the sun,
Playing with shells,pebbles,gun,
Sometimes burying ourselves in the sand,
Remaining there for a long time,
With only our heads popping out for fun!
Noontime,there were afternoon siestas,
Dead tired after watching on telly some fiestas,
Now, when clock strikes 5.00 p.m.
We have hot cups of tea,
With spicy cutlets,crispy nuggets,
To pamper our villianous pallets.
By evenings,we get ready
To trot to Eros Theatre steady,
Screening Marx Bros,Laurel&Hardy,
Or slapstick comedy of Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis,
A laugh riot of our lives,
Till tear fall off our eyes!
At nightfalls,we had wooden cots,
Laid out under pipal trees,flower pots,
With the cool evening breeze blowing,
Hearing fairy tales from Granny at bedtime,
And falling asleep like a log!
Oh! Those were the days,
Waking up one fine morning,
From a soft bed into luminious sunlight,
Feeling warm,well fed,well loved,
well cared for a longing
peace,silence,stillness, bliss!
Will those days ever commeth?
____ The End_____
copyright@ManoharBhatia
A Poem on::::::: "Rain"
A Poem: "On Rain"Monday, December 29, 2008 Views: 19
Sep 21, 2009 8:29 am A Poem: "On Rain"Monday, December 29, 2008 #
Manohar Bhatia A POEM ON "RAIN"(INSPIRED FROM FILMS LAGAN & GUIDE)
As I sit on the vast field in summer,
AND see people huddled to-gather and murmur,
Once this fertile land,now scorched and crusty,
Waiting for rains to make it cool and misty.
To quench up their thirsts,
Feed those hungry stomachs,
Again allow farmers to plough their fields,
And fill up cracks developed due to heat and then shield.
A noble soul sits in a cave,
Fasting unto death for a village to save,
Praying for the rains,
Noble dies, but his soul survives.
Rain falls in a trickle,
Tiny droplets of water on faces dribble,
Gathering momemtum by the distant tornado,
Building into a mammoth crescendo.
Villagers,rejoicing,dancing,celebrating,
Their faces brimming with happiness, smiles,
Henceforth, this village is transfomed,
Into a Heaven, not seen by man!
----The End---
Note: The above poem was read at--------
Shah's Farm,
Bhivpuri Road,
Karjat (Maharashtra)
Date & Time: 27th July,2008 at 9.00 a.m.onwards.
copyright@ManoharBhatia
Sep 21, 2009 8:29 am A Poem: "On Rain"Monday, December 29, 2008 #
Manohar Bhatia A POEM ON "RAIN"(INSPIRED FROM FILMS LAGAN & GUIDE)
As I sit on the vast field in summer,
AND see people huddled to-gather and murmur,
Once this fertile land,now scorched and crusty,
Waiting for rains to make it cool and misty.
To quench up their thirsts,
Feed those hungry stomachs,
Again allow farmers to plough their fields,
And fill up cracks developed due to heat and then shield.
A noble soul sits in a cave,
Fasting unto death for a village to save,
Praying for the rains,
Noble dies, but his soul survives.
Rain falls in a trickle,
Tiny droplets of water on faces dribble,
Gathering momemtum by the distant tornado,
Building into a mammoth crescendo.
Villagers,rejoicing,dancing,celebrating,
Their faces brimming with happiness, smiles,
Henceforth, this village is transfomed,
Into a Heaven, not seen by man!
----The End---
Note: The above poem was read at--------
Shah's Farm,
Bhivpuri Road,
Karjat (Maharashtra)
Date & Time: 27th July,2008 at 9.00 a.m.onwards.
copyright@ManoharBhatia
"So Long As......................" ******** APoem. Views: 1
Nov 09, 2009 8:51 am "So Long As......................" ******** APoem.
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
I was reading an article in a newspaper,which started as:::::So Long As..... and then this poem came to me.
So long as the Sun,Moon,Stars shine,
So long as This,and This gives light to thine.
So long as,the heart beats everlastingly,
So long This,and This gives us retreat continiously.
So long as Love in the Universe permeates,
So long This,and This helps earthlings to procreate.
So long as Man & Woman love each other
So lond This,and This keeps Family to-gather.
So long as children play games without ashtrays,
So long This,and This keeps them away from cigarettes!
So long as Father & Son with each other are bonded,
So long This,and This will keep them grounded.
So long as the rivers are gently flowing,
So long This,and This helps crops slowly growing.
So long as M-Law & D-Law are united in understanding
So long This,and This will goad them to become M & D notwithstanding.
So long as there is thruthfulness in thought,word,deed,
So long as This, and This is the ideal life we need!
So long as your kite is flying in the air,
So long This,and This is your glider at the Fair!
So long as there are Poets in this world,
So long as This,and This is where Poetry will be created in this world.
So long as Death is at your door-step,
So long This,and This is your moment of truth for your last stop!
Manohar Bhatia
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"Tango And Tonga"..................... A Poem Views: 64
Oct 30, 2009 9:02 am "Tango And Tonga"..................... A Poem #
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
This poem was inspired from an indian classic film shot in 1960 named: "Naya Daur"It had a living legendary star Dilip Kumar and a vivacious beautiful actress,Vijayantimala as the lead stars.One day,both of them go to a temple to pray in a Tonga(A single horse carriage),owned by the hero of the film.Then,whilst returning,a beautiful Hindi song is picturized on the two in this Tonga.At this point, the poem hit me and I immediately wrote it down.
When Dilip Kumar asks his lady love,what did she ask God,the actress breaks into this classic song......"Mang ke saat tumara,mene, mang liya sansar.........etc" i.e "If I have your support,I will have the world......etc"(Translated).Feedback wanted by Diane,Jack,others.
Tango And Tonga.........A Poem.
It takes two to Tango
Ultimately becoming one for bingo!
A beautiful dance taking poetic form
Where grace & style are the norm.
Tango was born in working city halls,
by passionate dancers,Carlos Gardel
in alive cities of Buenos Aires,Montivideo
in South American city of Argentina.
Tango can accelerate your well-being
Bringing elixir of life to a new high
of excitement,health,joy,happiness,
for you to experience again and again.
Dance steps are hectic,fast,furious
leaving the onlookers in a rush
of emotions,romantic passions,faster heart-beats
in an excitment movements of their bodies.
Tango is a single dance form
where two dancers move to horn,
Man and Woman,merging,fusing,melting
into a Tonga-driven single horse-carriage!
---- The End--------
Manohar Bhatia
Nov 09, 2009 8:51 am "So Long As......................" ******** APoem.
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
I was reading an article in a newspaper,which started as:::::So Long As..... and then this poem came to me.
So long as the Sun,Moon,Stars shine,
So long as This,and This gives light to thine.
So long as,the heart beats everlastingly,
So long This,and This gives us retreat continiously.
So long as Love in the Universe permeates,
So long This,and This helps earthlings to procreate.
So long as Man & Woman love each other
So lond This,and This keeps Family to-gather.
So long as children play games without ashtrays,
So long This,and This keeps them away from cigarettes!
So long as Father & Son with each other are bonded,
So long This,and This will keep them grounded.
So long as the rivers are gently flowing,
So long This,and This helps crops slowly growing.
So long as M-Law & D-Law are united in understanding
So long This,and This will goad them to become M & D notwithstanding.
So long as there is thruthfulness in thought,word,deed,
So long as This, and This is the ideal life we need!
So long as your kite is flying in the air,
So long This,and This is your glider at the Fair!
So long as there are Poets in this world,
So long as This,and This is where Poetry will be created in this world.
So long as Death is at your door-step,
So long This,and This is your moment of truth for your last stop!
Manohar Bhatia
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"Tango And Tonga"..................... A Poem Views: 64
Oct 30, 2009 9:02 am "Tango And Tonga"..................... A Poem #
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
This poem was inspired from an indian classic film shot in 1960 named: "Naya Daur"It had a living legendary star Dilip Kumar and a vivacious beautiful actress,Vijayantimala as the lead stars.One day,both of them go to a temple to pray in a Tonga(A single horse carriage),owned by the hero of the film.Then,whilst returning,a beautiful Hindi song is picturized on the two in this Tonga.At this point, the poem hit me and I immediately wrote it down.
When Dilip Kumar asks his lady love,what did she ask God,the actress breaks into this classic song......"Mang ke saat tumara,mene, mang liya sansar.........etc" i.e "If I have your support,I will have the world......etc"(Translated).Feedback wanted by Diane,Jack,others.
Tango And Tonga.........A Poem.
It takes two to Tango
Ultimately becoming one for bingo!
A beautiful dance taking poetic form
Where grace & style are the norm.
Tango was born in working city halls,
by passionate dancers,Carlos Gardel
in alive cities of Buenos Aires,Montivideo
in South American city of Argentina.
Tango can accelerate your well-being
Bringing elixir of life to a new high
of excitement,health,joy,happiness,
for you to experience again and again.
Dance steps are hectic,fast,furious
leaving the onlookers in a rush
of emotions,romantic passions,faster heart-beats
in an excitment movements of their bodies.
Tango is a single dance form
where two dancers move to horn,
Man and Woman,merging,fusing,melting
into a Tonga-driven single horse-carriage!
---- The End--------
Manohar Bhatia
"Tick, Tick, Tick"::::::::::::::::::::: A Poem
A Poem:::::::::::::::::::::: "Tick, Tick, Tick..............." Views: 33
Nov 16, 2009 7:49 am A Poem:::::::::::::::::::::: "Tick, Tick, Tick..............." #
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
This fictional poem was written a long time back,when my late wife was alive,but I thought it was time to share it with my members.
For those of you,who might be interested in knowing my wife,Shoba Bhatia,please click on my friends'list on Shoba Bhatia and read her profile.She was a former member of ryze for some years.Thanks.
I see my clock on the wall
Saying tick,tick,tick,
You talk or don't talk,
My clock is ticking,
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Far, far, away,
In the deep oceans,
There are mighty tides,
Just as a small tide,
in my affairs.
My clock has no emotions,
but gives powerful message
of time we spent to-gather
in pursuit of love,friendships
courtships,events,happenings.
I know I have done wrong,
whence your anger knows no bounds,
only tell me the reason
of your hounding,bypassing,ignoring,
and not talking to me.
Oh! my beloved,
we can always sit calmly,
and talk things over,
to forgive,forget, and
turnover new life,of trust,love,care.
Life is far too short
to brood over,sulk,sink,
into mental turmoil,pain,depression,
'cause,my clock is ticking,
tick, tick, tick!
I kneel before you,cautioning,
You, me, everything
will be consumed
by the sound of
tick, tick, tick!
Only my clock,
will remain on the wall,
Deaf,dumb,muted,and balanced
but, still warning, sounding,
Tick! Tick! Tick!
---The End----
Manohar Bhatia
Nov 16, 2009 7:49 am A Poem:::::::::::::::::::::: "Tick, Tick, Tick..............." #
Manohar Bhatia Hello,
This fictional poem was written a long time back,when my late wife was alive,but I thought it was time to share it with my members.
For those of you,who might be interested in knowing my wife,Shoba Bhatia,please click on my friends'list on Shoba Bhatia and read her profile.She was a former member of ryze for some years.Thanks.
I see my clock on the wall
Saying tick,tick,tick,
You talk or don't talk,
My clock is ticking,
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Far, far, away,
In the deep oceans,
There are mighty tides,
Just as a small tide,
in my affairs.
My clock has no emotions,
but gives powerful message
of time we spent to-gather
in pursuit of love,friendships
courtships,events,happenings.
I know I have done wrong,
whence your anger knows no bounds,
only tell me the reason
of your hounding,bypassing,ignoring,
and not talking to me.
Oh! my beloved,
we can always sit calmly,
and talk things over,
to forgive,forget, and
turnover new life,of trust,love,care.
Life is far too short
to brood over,sulk,sink,
into mental turmoil,pain,depression,
'cause,my clock is ticking,
tick, tick, tick!
I kneel before you,cautioning,
You, me, everything
will be consumed
by the sound of
tick, tick, tick!
Only my clock,
will remain on the wall,
Deaf,dumb,muted,and balanced
but, still warning, sounding,
Tick! Tick! Tick!
---The End----
Manohar Bhatia
"Ban On Cigarettes":::::::::::::::::::: A Poem
"Ban On Cigarettes."::::::::::::: A Poem Views: 1
Dec 21, 2009 6:38 am "Ban On Cigarettes."::::::::::::: A Poem
Manohar Bhatia Members,
This time's poetry is an attempt on::
F.O.R.M. Monchielle
Courtesy: Jack Huber.
When I wnet to buy pack
I was lost in a maze
I asked them to let me soke
to be told to look
at hording banning smoke!
When I went to buy pack
I saw people running
I asked what's happening
in the city of Mumbai
Its cops chasing men puffing!
When I went to buy pack
from vendor selling cigs
he saw me up and down
to study my face
and questioned about my go-down!
When I went to buy pack
I saw driver zooming
with cigar in his mouth
smoking away to glory
not looking at his jaw down south!
----The End----
copyright@Manohar Bhatia
Dec 21, 2009 6:38 am "Ban On Cigarettes."::::::::::::: A Poem
Manohar Bhatia Members,
This time's poetry is an attempt on::
F.O.R.M. Monchielle
Courtesy: Jack Huber.
When I wnet to buy pack
I was lost in a maze
I asked them to let me soke
to be told to look
at hording banning smoke!
When I went to buy pack
I saw people running
I asked what's happening
in the city of Mumbai
Its cops chasing men puffing!
When I went to buy pack
from vendor selling cigs
he saw me up and down
to study my face
and questioned about my go-down!
When I went to buy pack
I saw driver zooming
with cigar in his mouth
smoking away to glory
not looking at his jaw down south!
----The End----
copyright@Manohar Bhatia
"Colours Of Vibgyor":::::::::::::::::A Poem
"Colours Of Vibgyor.":::::::::::::: A poetic thought. Views: 39
Dec 01, 2009 12:58 am "Colours Of Vibgyor.":::::::::::::: A poetic thought. #
Manohar Bhatia
"Colours Of Vibgyor."::::A Poetic Thought.
[If I win a Lottery
V [I will paint my wash-room voilet
[so as to enter a marked toilet.
[If I win a Lottery
I [I will paint my canvas indigo
[so that my painting has a go!
[If I win a Lottery
B [I will colour my bike blue
[so that I pick up a clue!
[If I win a Lotery
G [I will paint Nature green
[so it reflects everywhere its sheen.
[If I win a Lottery
Y [I would paint Bollywood yellow
[to show that it is hollow.
[If I win a Lottery
O [I will dye my wife's maxi orange
[so that she has maximum range.
[If I win a Lottery
R [I will paint the town red
[to call people out of their bed!
----The End---
Manohar Bhatia
Dec 01, 2009 12:58 am "Colours Of Vibgyor.":::::::::::::: A poetic thought. #
Manohar Bhatia
"Colours Of Vibgyor."::::A Poetic Thought.
[If I win a Lottery
V [I will paint my wash-room voilet
[so as to enter a marked toilet.
[If I win a Lottery
I [I will paint my canvas indigo
[so that my painting has a go!
[If I win a Lottery
B [I will colour my bike blue
[so that I pick up a clue!
[If I win a Lotery
G [I will paint Nature green
[so it reflects everywhere its sheen.
[If I win a Lottery
Y [I would paint Bollywood yellow
[to show that it is hollow.
[If I win a Lottery
O [I will dye my wife's maxi orange
[so that she has maximum range.
[If I win a Lottery
R [I will paint the town red
[to call people out of their bed!
----The End---
Manohar Bhatia
A Poem on::::::::::::: "What is this..............."
A Poem On::::::::: "What Is This....................." Views: 24
Dec 14, 2009 3:26 am A Poem On::::::::: "What Is This....................." #
Manohar Bhatia My poem for this Monday::::::::::
What is this meeting for
When you do not
give me your time
for a quiet sitting?
You come,you go!
What are these tears for
on your beloveod's cheeks
which do not remind you
of her mental pain,agony?
You are no true lover!
What is this friendship for
which looks fake
or does not come
in need at difficult times?
You are no true friend!
What is this song for
although well-composed
that does not
melt the hardest heart?
Your song is not a song!
What is that author for
who does not write
a book which goes on
to become a best-seller?
This author is one of many!
What is that singer for
who doesn't mesmerize
and who does not melt
the hardest rock asunder?
That singer can only be Tansen!
What is this food for
which does not give
you bodily,mental,spiritual
strength for your well-being?
This food is junk food!
What is this acting for
that knows only imitation
and does not touch
your heart for laughs,tears,emotions?
This acting is only for yourself!
What is your death for
that has not understood
that game of life & death
are 2 faces of same coin?
Celebrate your death as glorified life!
-----The End----
copyright@Manohar Bhatia
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Dec 14, 2009 3:50 am re: A Poem On::::::::: "What Is This....................." #
Deb..... Always SMILING! Manohar
Dec 14, 2009 3:26 am A Poem On::::::::: "What Is This....................." #
Manohar Bhatia My poem for this Monday::::::::::
What is this meeting for
When you do not
give me your time
for a quiet sitting?
You come,you go!
What are these tears for
on your beloveod's cheeks
which do not remind you
of her mental pain,agony?
You are no true lover!
What is this friendship for
which looks fake
or does not come
in need at difficult times?
You are no true friend!
What is this song for
although well-composed
that does not
melt the hardest heart?
Your song is not a song!
What is that author for
who does not write
a book which goes on
to become a best-seller?
This author is one of many!
What is that singer for
who doesn't mesmerize
and who does not melt
the hardest rock asunder?
That singer can only be Tansen!
What is this food for
which does not give
you bodily,mental,spiritual
strength for your well-being?
This food is junk food!
What is this acting for
that knows only imitation
and does not touch
your heart for laughs,tears,emotions?
This acting is only for yourself!
What is your death for
that has not understood
that game of life & death
are 2 faces of same coin?
Celebrate your death as glorified life!
-----The End----
copyright@Manohar Bhatia
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Dec 14, 2009 3:50 am re: A Poem On::::::::: "What Is This....................." #
Deb..... Always SMILING! Manohar
"India,My Country"::::::::::::::::::::: A Poem
India.....My Country:::::::::::::::::::::::::: A poem. Views: 44
Dec 28, 2009 7:14 am India.....My Country:::::::::::::::::::::::::: A poem. #
Manohar Bhatia India.....My Country:::::::::: A Poem.
India is a country
where everything happens.
Where heroes are worshipped
with rose garland one day
and garlanded with
footwear next day!
Where sometimes man
encircles the space one day
and struggles to reach his(space)
house safely another day!
Where a Slumdog becomes
a millionaire one day
and a millionaire becomes
a pauper next day!
Where there is joy in
every sunrise one day
and sadness in
every sunset next day!
Where fiendships are
made every minute
and enmity are
planned every second!
Where bombs go off
without warning at
some places
and fire-crackers are
set off for mundane
celebrations at other places!
Where commercial love
is found in sex dens,sea-fronts,
pubs,malls one day
And a love wired by thoughts
is born on net next day!
Where persons are talking
for sake of talking,one day
and deaf & dumb exchange
mutual hand igns,next day!
Where logic & reason
turn into confusion one day
and a mess is solved
by a wizard,next day!
Where dogs ar taken
by a car ride one day
and killed and kicked
about another day!
Where an outstaion train
reaches station on time,one day
only to be told that it
was yesterday's train next day!
Where music is lous & lewd
one day,
and soft & spiritual
next day!
Is India a mad country
to-day?
And a sound country
to-marrow?
You answer!
----The End----
copyright@MonoharBhatia
Dec 28, 2009 7:14 am India.....My Country:::::::::::::::::::::::::: A poem. #
Manohar Bhatia India.....My Country:::::::::: A Poem.
India is a country
where everything happens.
Where heroes are worshipped
with rose garland one day
and garlanded with
footwear next day!
Where sometimes man
encircles the space one day
and struggles to reach his(space)
house safely another day!
Where a Slumdog becomes
a millionaire one day
and a millionaire becomes
a pauper next day!
Where there is joy in
every sunrise one day
and sadness in
every sunset next day!
Where fiendships are
made every minute
and enmity are
planned every second!
Where bombs go off
without warning at
some places
and fire-crackers are
set off for mundane
celebrations at other places!
Where commercial love
is found in sex dens,sea-fronts,
pubs,malls one day
And a love wired by thoughts
is born on net next day!
Where persons are talking
for sake of talking,one day
and deaf & dumb exchange
mutual hand igns,next day!
Where logic & reason
turn into confusion one day
and a mess is solved
by a wizard,next day!
Where dogs ar taken
by a car ride one day
and killed and kicked
about another day!
Where an outstaion train
reaches station on time,one day
only to be told that it
was yesterday's train next day!
Where music is lous & lewd
one day,
and soft & spiritual
next day!
Is India a mad country
to-day?
And a sound country
to-marrow?
You answer!
----The End----
copyright@MonoharBhatia
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