DREAM STONE

It is my dream stone,

This image makes me think of sun-rays, focus of those

Rays makes me of thinking of symbol of dynasty

Of past regime of creation, alongside meaning of life

In green foliage, it stands there for thousand years

Pertaining to many evolution of mankind and its dynasty,

It stands straight on my way and I cannot remove it.

I see it stronger than my effort to carry with dreams,

It does not need to be moved as it is not for sale,

Yet human being makes ponderous efforts to buy and sell

Its magnanimity, with price system, for use of ore it holds.

I have not seen its tears, in my life time,

But tears are there, I feel it, and cannot soothe its grief,

I go home, work for mine, quench thirst for me, yet

I do not see its emotion any time, so powerful it is to exist.

On my way, I talk to it, but it does not need to talk or write,

As we are all in its vicinity, we think of it, but do not give

Relax to it, and we read our future here in perfect stony will.

THESE CHILDREN ARE GROWING IN SILVER SUNLIGHT

Autumn sun-rays play in the hill region,

Morning spreads pleasing care around,

Lightly move little children in the village,

They are enjoying in wind of soft harmony,

Birds and greens mingle in sweet singing,

Climbing papaya tree is magic with balance,

For food of the day, the boy tries to pluck

Papaya while others are looking at him.

At that time we are walking along there

Seeking some desperation to find life,

It is another sojourn over our living pattern,

We are delighted in the boy’s turn

On childhood honeying with the nature,

It becomes fairy tale in bold and free

Spin of the boy’s attempt to go forward,

These children are growing in silver sunlight.