BRAVE CHILDREN

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Kids are gentle in the morning light,

Being innocent, they enjoy every moment,

While playing, keeping mind pure as light,

In their endless searching and learning with

Elders who help them to train nascent minds

To know the truth to find plucking of apples

In the orchard is like gathering knowledge

About life and nature and bees, altogether,

Those hold history, story, poetry and

Thus they move into speeches of God’s men,

And know good persons, who say about truth,

About light, day and night thus created for

Distinguishing what it is good or evil

And they learn talking about good things.

They will sacrifice for others who love them.

WORDS AND BEES

Everyone understands everything,

Words are on everyone’s tongue,

Someone utters

Someone listens

Contradictions are everywhere,

None sees the whole tree,

Everyone sees only flowers,

None does know darker side of green,

Everyone sees deep green leaves,

And bees hovering over colorful flowers.

Everyone speaks about truth,

Gathering crowd mixes in broils,

Morning song, midnight song,

Are all dropping words, with tunes,

Those are not like that of bees,

But like pursuits of bout,

Coming from a land of puzzled whispers,

Clandestinely uttered by blood sellers,

Who are nearest to everyone, but

Everyone is blind to detect ill voyeurs. 

GREEN VIEW

I first went to this garden,

Green greets me, I respect it,

Coconut and betel nut trees are in queue,

With attention, I moved into it.

In its singing blitz,

Pets are also inhabitants,

A symbol that reveals continuity,

Translating truth in reality.

Assimilation, a trait inside,

A kind of morphemes of life,

Consciousness being present,

A dream turns into congruent fullness.