List Of All The Poems

Zara Sochiye - Hindi

bili - Sindhi

Tel No 197 - Hindi

bili - Sindhi

Socio-Biological Harvest Date - English

A peep into Planets - English

Agenda7 - English

Quest for Youth - English

I am a Kargil Widow - English

Its An Experience - English

Letter Box - English

Hard times are here o' dear - english

911 night - English

Happy Birthday - English

The Thespian - english

Street Children - English

Todays Women -English

A sindhi Parrot - Translation

Lament of the plants - English

hold on your views - English

I am glad - english

Oven Roasted Cat - English

You are the one -English

Animal - english

Incorrigible -english

The Key - English

Chowringhee Road - english

The Hand -English

O' my Vegan Diet - English

Jresht Nagrik -Hindi

Dwellings - english

Silver Anniversary -English

Oh Rekha - English

Your Golden.3 Wedding - english

Thankyou Pakistan - English

Is there anyone - english

Life without women - english

I am a senior Citizen - English

Are Skyscrapers ideal Solution - English

Socio-Biological Harvest Date - 25/10/93

Socio-Biological 'Harvest

There are so many sciences

At back of modern man

To help him solve

His simple and puzzling problems.

For correct social intercourse

Sociology is there,

For offence-free conduct

Jurisprudence is there.

For earning his daily bread

With honesty and hard work

Economics is there provided

he know the play of demand and supply.

For pushing his income

above the million mark,

He has to rely heavily

On the accountant's wizards.

For probity in public life,

'Moral' guidelines are there,

Adhere - he wont be talked about

Stray - he will become the 'talk of the town!'.

For his abnormal behavior

Sophisticated tools are there,

 To peep and probe into his mind

Through the science of psychology.

For the well-being of his body

Science of medicine is there,

'Allo', 'homeo', 'naturo', pathis

With expert doctors everywhere.

For seeking salvation

'Theology' is there

With religious postiffs

Acting as God's agents right here

But despite all these instant aids,

Why man is not happy?

Because he has distanced himself,

From inner self, truthfulness and Godness.

So tensions, jitters restlessness,

Constant hankering after whims,

never satisfied for'ver yearning-

Are the fruits harvested by him.

A peep into Planets - Date 1.1.2002

A peep into Planets.

Let us start with the SUN

The ‘King’ of all planets,

He symbolizes the vital forces

He represents the ‘soul’,

By nature, he is cruel

By caste, he is Kshatria, with golden reins.

Next cat-walks on the ramp madam MOON

The ‘beauty queen’ among the planets,

She symbolizes the ‘mind’

And represents feelings, emotions and passion

By nature, she is fickle

By caste, she is ‘Vaisya’ with silver sash.

Enter amid tight security- JUPITER

The ‘Prime Minister’ in solar system,

He symbolizes material and spiritual matters

He represents wisdom and happiness

By nature he is benefic

By caste, he’s ‘Brahmin’, having honey eyes.

Now trumpets herald the entry of MARS

The Commander-in-Chief in full uniform,

He symbolizes war and military affairs

And represents courage and physical strength.

By nature, he is cruel and malefic

By caste, he is ‘Kshatriya’, wearing many medals.

Next walks in with poise and grace – VENUS

The comely ‘goddess of love’,

She symbolizes artistry, beauty, sensuality and style.

She represents lust and passion

By nature she is benefic,

By caste, she is ‘Brahmin’ with instincts feminine.

Then follows the fast-moving Prince MERCURY

The ‘Messenger of the gods’,

He symbolizes the power of commanding other planets,

He represents the mind and the intellect.

By nature, he is either benefic or malefic,

By caste, he is ‘Shudra’, and ironically impotent!

Lastly peeps through the horizon- SATURN

The stern task-master and teacher,

He symbolizes system, order and persistence

He represents discipline, discretion and faithfulness;

By nature, he is malefic,

By caste, he is low-born but most feared planet.

Awards Won By Partab H Butani

Quest For Youth

Quest for youth - - Date - 6/1/2003

Look! how obsessed they are
Today's men and women in their forties,
They abhor the march of old age
To ensure their career and sexual opportunities.

So they go in quest of the elixir
The 'eternal' fountain of youth,
They find that in modern medicines
Tucked inside plastic surgeon's booth.

The first treatment starts with
The 'Harmone' injections,
For better skin, muscle and sex
Followed by 'Botox' injections.

So there is a boom in this business;
Determined to avoid signs of ageing,
They pop in 100 Vitamin pills a week,
And practise tummy tucks at week endings.

Over one lakh in their mid-age
Daring not to face the mirror
Rush from one Doc to another
To cheat the world and look younger !

But how foolish are they
Knowing that ever-green no one stays,
They giggle they're cheating the world
But in reality they're only cheating themselves !

I'm a Kargil Widow

I'm a Kargil widow

I'm a Kargil widow
I lost my man in the battle
He was such a brave and young soldier
Who died for his country, without rattle.

When home they brought my husband dead
I couldn't control my emotions,
But i hardened my heart and held back my tears
Lest it may devalue his sacrifice.

Days rolled by, brooding my future
With him, how i and my children,
Will pull on in this cruel world?
Oh God! Widowhood is truly a life long pain.

But like a silver lining in dark clouds
Bug bosses started knocking at my door
Bringing sympathy, flowers and cheques.
And assuring me of all help and sore.

It's nice of our government
To try for our rehabilitation
But strangely , i am caught in the cross-fire
Between my family and in-laws friction.

The bone of contention is the money!
Not less than fifteen lakhs in cash,
While I try to plan for my future,
My in-laws and parent tug at my cash.

Wail my in-laws, they lost their son,
As well as their bread and butter,
Look! they tell me to marry his brother,
to retain the bucks from leaving the house.

Rue my parents, our daughter is now a widow,
We spent so much for her marriage,
I guess they too have an eye on my wads,
so they cajole me to shift here, bag and baggage,

I'm in a fix, knowing not what to do,
Both want me to remain with them,
But i can now see through their game,
"Make me part with my money" - is their aim.

It's An Experience

It's An Experience

When you are in your teens
You are bubbling with energy,
You are curious about everything
That goes around you covertly.

But one thing that tops them all
Is the sole thought of sexuality
How you wished to have a peek
To satisfy your curiosity

Out you step in your 20s
You are a grown-up adult now,
A wee knowledgeable, a bit wise
Putting your best foot forward - wow.

"Enjoy life" becomes your passion,
Movies, parties, datings, outings,
These suck up all your time
Leaving little for serious things.

Then follows the same beaten path
Romance leading to engagement,
And then moving on to marriage
O! The wedding night - Its an experience!

Three days later, you are off
To your honeymoon destination,
Enjoying the golden period of your life
And then back to your usual profession.

Now begins the real test
Of your post-marriage life
Whether you'll remain in wedlock
Or reach deadlock, depends on you and wife.

Gen-today doesn't consider
Wedding vows absolutely sacrosanct,
'Coz if you look around
You will find many a marriage tottering
And heading towards 'Divorce court!"

Letter Box

Letter Box  - Date - 17.10.07

1.                  The red Indian Letter Box

You will find it everywhere

In cities, towns and villages

As a symbol of postal network.

2.                  The postal system was started

By the East India Company.

The first postage stamp was issued

In Karachi in 1852.

3.                  It was , however, valid

In the province of Sind only,

The other provinces had to wait

For two years to get same service.

4.                  In 1954, the company issued

A postage stamp on all-India basis,

There were altogether 662

Post Offices in India then.

5.                  Now look at the red letter-box

It accepts all kinds of letters

Invites, greetings, gifts and news-good and bad.

Holding them safely till clearance.

6.                  So whenever you want to say something

Which you don’t wish to convey by phone or e-mail

Take a paper and pen and write it down

Then push it down the throat of letter-box.

7.                  So next time you pass by a letter-box

Do halt and have a look at it,

And recall its selfless service

And with a silent hi, greet it!

Hard times are here, o' dear.

Hard times are here, o' dear. - - Date - 12/10/2008

Financial systems the world over,
Are in a great turmoil,
Bulls have lost their ferocity
And bears hammering the bourses.

The woes started thousands of miles away
In the ‘Wall Street’ of New York.
Nasdaq, DOW, FTSE, and Nikkei,
Closing business, down by whooping points.

Alarmed at the hell and havoc
Caused by topmost companies going bust,
The U.S. govt. is rushing to douse the fire
By injecting 700 Billion dollars in the economy.

The meltdown of American economy
Has caused convulsions in the world markets,
Their indices have also plunged down
In sympathy with the baffled Uncle Sam.

India is also affected by the U.S crisis
Because of globalization,
There is fear in the minds of mega companies
Because of slow down in the foreign markets demand.

So production is cut down, also purchases
New recruitment is stopped; newer staff is laid off,
Borrowing money from banks has become difficult
Property rates have tumbled down , yet not many buyers.

So what should ‘common man’ do?
He should not rush to his bank, or sell off his shares,
Also cut down on luxuries, postpone buying white goods
That way he will remain stable till this phase passes off.

Out govt. is keeping a close watch on the scenario
Telling people mot to panic, our banks are safe,
We are taking all steps to stabilize the economy,
By legal and fiscal measures in the R.B.I. Act.

911 Night

9 1 1 Night

What a night it was:
Same skyline, same darkness
Same stars, same twinkling
But one thing quite different - atmosphere!

With thoughts of near and dear ones
Looming large on their worried minds
Wandering whether they'd still be alive
Or lying dead in the dusty debris.

People couldn't talk
People couldn't walk
People couldn't sleep
And lay awake whole night.

They shattered the 'Twin Towers'
Which were like the 'nose' of America,
They slammed in to the 'Pentagon'
Hitting the very 'hear' of Uncle Sam.

How monstrous of the terrorists
To attack American 'icons'
A benign country which helps poor nations
With money, material and medicines

How could this happen? they mused
And happen to us, O Jesus!
Number One powerful country
Replete with overflowing wealth.

'Super Power' only a while ago,
But now turned in to a battered sight
Lying prostrate, licking its wounds
Such was that awful, fearful, tearful night.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

Your very first day of birth

Was greeted with jingles of joy,

By the members of your family

Because the baby was a boy!

The gradually cam the day

When you turned twenty five,

And your near and dear ones

Celebrated it as 'Silver' hive.

As the engine of time moved on

You also moved along with it

You noticed grey streaks in your hair

And celebrated your 'Golden' hit.

Ah! You now look mellow

And an honorable gentleman,

You have reached the 75th milestone

So they are celebrating your 'Platinum' run.

We all here now wish you

Many more 'Happy Returns Of The Day,

Full of fun, health and happiness

In truly satisfying way.

Holaram Hasija

Spotlighting Some Select Characters by Holaram Hasija

1. Mr. Butani was one of my colleagues in the B.E.S.T undertaking , having worked for > 30 years in various departments, viz Traffic, Bus Engg (Dadar) Ticket & Cash (Dadar) , Electric Services south (Colaba) and lastly consumers Dept (Elec House) from where he honourably retired as Sr. Consumers' Assistant in B Grade Officers Cadre. He was the first graduate to set foot in the Traffic Department joining as Sr. Clerk in a total salary of Rs. 65/- per month (Rs. 50/- basic plus Rs. 15/- D.A. = Rs. 65/-) !

2. Butani let out a secret. He disclosed that from his very school days, he wanted to excel in English and so he had a good command on English language. This set him apart from other colleagues ( and officers) who seeing his superior drafting  held him in good esteem. Slowly the Traffic officers sought his help to see whether their reports/appeal orders were okay or needed modification.

This quality (proficiency in English) helped him to establish a firm foot - hold in Bus Engg. Dept also. Poor Butani was feeling like a 'fish out of water' becuase he had absolutely no knowledge of the working of Bus Engg. Dept. (Mr. S.G.Laud was the Chief engineer, Transport , Head of the Buss Engg. Dept and his deputy was P.B. Kerkar , who later became the General Manager.). But soon the flavor of his spoken and written English started floating across the dept. and  began to impress his new colleagues and officers. After 6 month probationary period, Butani was confirmed in the alien Dept. The Engg Dept's officers, being technocrats, had no good knowledge of English. So they used to call him in their cabins and requested him to go through their reports/appeal orders, to see whether they were okay or needed improvement. He never said NO to anyone. 

Thus Butani conquered Bus Engg Dept, with his 'gun of polished English'.

3.While in service, he enrolled for MA course (In History & Economics) keeping terms at the 'University School of Economics & Sociology (Fort) and obtained his  M.A. degree, a few marks below 2nd class in 1952. This got him one accelerated increment in his salary. Two weeks later, he enrolled for 'Compact B.Com' course taking 'Transport ' as a special subject at Potdar college of commerce (Matunga, holding evening classes for working persons) and walked out of it with B.Com degree (3rd one in his cap in 1954). 

4.Mr. Butani was the founding father of the BEST Sindhi Sabha. Sometine in 1958, he along with 2,3, colleagues led a delegation to the then Dy. G. M. (Mr. P.R. Shivdasani) requesting for permission to form an association of Sindhi employees in the undertaking for social and cultural interaction purpose. He assured him (DGM) that the proposed BSS would be non-political and purely a social entity, causing no problem to anyone in the undertaking. The tactful diplomatic approach convinced the DGM of our bonafide intentions and he granted the permission. Thus BEST SINDHI SABHA was born (Cheers!). Mr. Butani was made the secretary of BSS assisted by other office-bearers. Mr. Butani gave cent to his literary skills and brought out an annual magazine 'Pushp' (Flower) in Sindhi which was much appreciated. Mr. Butani continued to be elected as secretary for three consecutive years 1959 - 1960 after which he bowed out voluntarily and gracefully. The magazine still continues to be published without break, thanks to the untiring efforts of Mr. Holaram Hasija (Hans).

5. Being of an artistic bent of mind Mr. Butani joined the Natya Academy of the Indian National Theater (affiliated to UNESCO, Paris), for a one-year course in Dramatics, specializing in 'Stage Lighting' for which he was awarded First Prize in 1960.

6. Side by side, because of his tremendous interest in travel and tourism. he joined, 'Tourist Guides' 6-month certificate course conducted by Govt. of India Tourist office, Churchgate, , Bom. 20 and successfully passed both written and practical tests. He now became certified 'Tourist Guide' and started taking assignments on Sundays and holidays. Not long thereafter, Mr. Butani founded the 'Tourist Guides' Association (TOGA) and remained its Hon. Secretary for three consecutive years viz. 1967-1969. He also started an annual house magazine named "TOGA" in English, of which he was the editor as well.

During the third quarter of 1969, an unbelievable thing happened. America sent Apollo 11 spacecraft to Moon with three astronauts. Two of then Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin landed on the Moon on on 21st July 1969. the news mesmerized the world. Later it came in the news papers that Apollo 11 Astronauts along with their wives would be travelling round the world and would be in Bombay on 26th Oct 1969 for a day. On reading this news, Mr. Butani got a brainwave and decided to congratulate them on behalf of Tourist Guides Association, present a gift and a copy of last year's 'TOGA 1968 magazine to each of them. But how was it possible? Butani pondered over this and hit upon an idea "to route the gifts through the American consulate in Bombay!" Fortunately, the consulate officials agreed to deliver the gifts to astronauts. Believe it or not, just 4 days later Butani received a letter directly from the astronauts appreciating our gifts and magazine, signed by each of them in their own hand. A photocopy of the letter is attached.

7. Mr. Butani is a freelance writer cum poet. His letters, poems and articles have been published in many newspapers. His main theme is cruelty to animals and environment. He is also an ace photographer , having held two solo photographic exhibitions of 111 color photographs in Madras in 1982 and in Calcutta in 1983. He has also bagged many awards and honors. Hut despite these achievements , he is not swollen-headed and prefers to maintain a low profile.

The Thespian

The Thespian

Some persons may fascinate you for a while

And then slide into the forgotten lane,

But some just don't don't fade away

And stay in a corner of your brain.

One such abiding influences

From the vintage stars of by gone eminence

Is the matinee idol 'Dilip Kumar'

The "King of tragedy", par excellence.

None in the history of Hindi cinema

Has so dominated the tear-jerking scene,

As this versatile artiste has

Setting new trends on the big screen.

Precise and particular, using 'eyes'

Slow in actions, mumbling mono-syllables,

He has retained hos own 'hall-mark'

Despite going on to seventy six.

Here are some memorable roles

That he played in superb manner.

The 'jilted' lover in ANDAZ

Or, better still the 'guilty' lover in AMAR.

Or , by giving a romantic touch to DEVDAS

Or, the melancholic tinge in MADHUMATI,

Or, portraying poor Salim in MUGHAL-E-AZAM.

Or, playing nice and funny in KOHINOOR.

But he reached the pinnacle of his performance,

In "GANGA-JAMUMA' which he also directed,

Combining all the shades of the human character

So here is paying him a tribute inlaid with jade.

Street Children

Street Children

I often eye them on the roads, 

Carrying on their heads, heavy loads,

Without the touch of love and care, 

Victims of neglect and despair.

No one is there to share 

Their moments of joy and tear,

Their little hands turned hard and dry

Every one knows the reason why.

Yet no one bothers about them 

There are millions like them, 

In India, South-East Asia, 

Africa, Europe and Russia.

Deprived of their due right 

To at least have, a half a meal, 

For which also they have to fight 

And if necessary , to steal.

And in the freezing winter night 

I saw shivering bare bodies, 

Lying huddled on dingy street 

And all the doors of town shut tight

Empty bellies and shattered dreams 

Let not be their destiny, 

Before they choose the wayward path 

Let's give them a right hearth.

Is there no solution? There is ! 

"Put zooming population in neutral gear, 

And tempting tax sops to couples in top gear" ; 

Then see how the face of India changes !

Today's Women

Today's Woman

For long she fancied herself

As the weaker sex style,

Mentally conditioned into 'image'

Of being a shy, meek and docile.

While great virtues were these

In the era gone by,

When times were gentler

And people less selfish and naughty.

In today's cut-throat world

It pays to be a survivor,

But this doesn't mean at all

You have to be nasty and warmonger.

Important to realize is this:

That inner strength is the virtue,

Worth trying to develop it

And filling your mind with it.

Now here is the first step:

Whenever you are hurt,

Don't just withdraw and mope (feel dejected)

Instead look within and try to cope.

Next, let not little irritants

Get you bogged down and off mood,

Knowing that you can and you will

Overcome them with your own strength.

So cultivate the right attitude

And feel more confident and in control,

The clouds of ups and downs won't daunt you

Staying cool makes all the difference.

Dignity Foundation

 Quest for Youth 

Look! how obsessed they are

Today's man and woman in their forties

They abhor the march of old age

To ensure their career and sexual opportunities.

So they go in quest of the elixir

The 'eternal' fountain of youth, 

they find that in modern medicines 

Tucked inside plastic surgeon's booth.

The first treatment starts with 

The 'Harmone' injections, 

For better skin, muscle and sex

Followed by 'Botox' injections.

So there is a boom in this business, 

Determined to avoid signs of ageing, 

They pop in 100 Vitamins pills a week 

And practice tummy tucks at week ending.

Over one lakh in their mid-age 

Daring not, to face the mirror! 

Rush from one doctor to another 

To cheat the world and look younger !

But how foolish are they, 

Knowing that ever green no one stays, 

They giggle they're cheating the world, 

But in reality, They're only cheating themselves !

A Sindhi Parrot

A Sindhi Parrot

Hey! Come along with me

For a visit to a Sindhi house,

All the residents are Sindhis

But they speak in English, Hindi !

Rising from the bed, they say "Good Morning"

And later listen to the 'satsang' in Hindi,

Their children know not Sindhi

Bcz no one has taught them Sindhi.

They compose songs in English

And dance to the tune of Hindi music,

There is an old man in the house

But he dare not object or shout at them.

But he taught his dearest Sindhi Language

To that parrot in plastic cage,

Who, looking at every visitor

Greeted them in fluent Sindhi !

"Ram Ram, I am Sindhi, piyara - 

Sa-een tavhin bhali kare aaya! "

Thus flowed the echo of Sindhi tongue in the house

Fulfilling the cherished desire of the old house.

So pause and ponder, O Sindhis !

Your language is your identity

Speak it, learn it, teach it

Or else it would die, which will be a pity.

Lament Of the Plants

Introduction

How I got this idea ?

One night I suddenly woke up at 2:30 a.m. I looked out from the window. It was all dark and quiet. Suddenly I heard the rustling sound of the tree. I felt that it was trying to say something. I attuned my ears to the rustling sound and tried to decode the doleful message. A while later, I heard two faint sighs heaved by the tree, the first , a sigh of relief ( that someone has at last heard its plea) , and the second, a sigh of optimism (that perhaps from now on, Man will realize the importance of trees and refrain from felling is).

I quickly poured the message into this poem and christened it as "Lament of the Plants".

Lament of the Plants

Know our story, O Man!

Before herbivorous came,

Before carnivorous came,

We came on this Earth first.

Though you arrived last on the scene

You usurped the per-born species

And ruled over the lower order

With an air of arrogance and disdain.

Lest you forget our pristine status,

We serve you in several ways

We provide basic food and vegs

Without which you could not survive!

You came 'stark naked; in this world,

We covered you with a piece of cloth

Later provided you with more

And fanciful variety of dresses.

We provide precious herbs and oils

From which you prepare medicines

To keep fit and recover from illness

Both you and domestic animals.

We render a lot of eco-services

Beneficial to every one

We purify water, cleanse the air

And prevent soil erosion.

Despite knowing fully all this

Look!  What a havoc you have wrought

34,000 species of 'ferns' alone

You have made nearly extinct.

Many more species you're pushing

Towards extinction everyday

Disrupting the bio-diversity

Of the complex eco-system.

This change will invite diseases

And derail your local economics

Also loss to agri and medi research

So ponder Man and mend your ways.

If flora is gone, fauna will follow

And then will follow your own destruction !

what's the use of all your knowledge

If you don't understand this simple thing.

Hold On your Views

Hold on to your views.

Today's relationship

Between a girl and boy

Is not the same as of yester years

When things were done in a hush-hush way.

Modern trend is more free, frank and open

To have a b/g friend is considered O.K.

A little necking, petting in public

Does not raise eyebrows any more.

The pattern these days is stereotype

Girls go out to discos or clubs,

Meet good-looking guys and have drinks together

And then leaving together with sex on their minds.

Today's Age is of instant love

Boys want fun, without promise of marriage

If one girl wavers, they will move on

There are plenty of others out there, for fun.

Those who still hang on to their views

"No pre-marriage sex please",

Such dames whole guarding their treasure

Oft end up lonely and single.

No doubt for the chaste ones

A big dilemma looms large before them

But if you are strong, you needn't join the herd

And compromise on your values.

I am Glad

I am glad

I am glad

I am born in India

An ancient holy country

But modern in style and outlook

It is a sacred land

Of 'Rishis', ' Munnis' and 'Gurus'

And the tallest mountain 'Himalayas'

And the mighty River Indus.

It is a land replete with

Fantastic variety of Flora and Fauna

Of majestic 'Royal Bengal Tiger'

And the Jumbo Asian Elephant.

It has all types of climate - sun to snow

Many religions, speaking diverse tongues,

Celebrating different festivals

Projecting image of peaceful co-existence.

It is a land housing

One of the seven wonders of the world.

The 'Taj-Mahal' at Agra in U.P.

And the sexy 'Sun-Temple' at Konark.

It is the land of Rama and Krishna

Mahavira, Buddha, Ashoka, Chandragupta

GuruNanak and Chaitanya

Down to apostle Mahatma Gandhi

It is also the second largest producer

Of movies in the world

And so, called Bollywood, Like Hollywood in U.S.

Located in Mumbai - The Jewel Of India'.

And when 'death' lays its icy hand on me

And produces me before God

Is hall humbly request 'Narayana'

Make me born in India again,

In a good, rich and renowned family

With the same surname as BUTANI !

Oven Roasted Cat

Oven-roasted Cat

Here is a story of a cat

Owned by a 14 year-old boy,

Fine were they getting 'long

With perfect perception and joy.

But one fine breakfast time

While grilling a whole chicken,

A wicked thought came to his mind

And he let out a gleeful grin.

If i put my pet cat

Into the same micro oven,

What would happen to it

I would be thrilled to see it spin.

So he removed the done chicken

And switched off the power,

And put his pet in the oven

And switched on the power.

As the oven got heated

The poor pet started jumping,

Screaming like a maddened wretch

Searching for an escape wing.

For full five minutes and top temp

The cat was spinning inside

Uttering heart-rending cries

Which no normal soul could abide.

The off he turned the know

And took the half burnt cat

And holding it high by hind legs

He dropped it on the mat.

His neighbors took it to a vet

Who declared it "out of danger !"

But had to amputate its tail

And one leg  because brought too late.

Later, a case under monstrous cruelty

Was registered against the boy

And the magistrate sentenced him

To three months jail and debarred him

From keeping any pet for life.

You are the one

You are the one

You're the one, O my first flame !

Whom I have given my whole heart,

I think of you from dawn to dusk

And dream of you at night's start.

You may not know my feelings size

I can't bear tears in your eyes,

Let your sorrows, worries and woes be mine

And my joys Laughter and happiness thine.

Perhaps you appear to be unaware

Of love-smitten me, staying not far,

Who's nervously waiting for your response

You're  the only one, i long for.

All young ones have dreams of their own

They live in a world of fantasy

The focus of my dreams is you

Turn it not into single legacy.

So long there is life, there is hope

I hope you will not dash my dreams apart,

As you read this, you will begin to smile

And then ? Then you will slowly open the door of your heart.

Animal

Animal

He weeps not for his past

Nor curses the mould in which he is cast,

He cares not for his future

He love to live in the present juncture.

He is strong without support

He is content without comforts

He is happy without wealth

He worries not about his health.

Though not human, he has his own conscience

He commits no immoral acts,

Like telling lies, theft, rape, terror, murder

Which man shamelessly does without shudder.

A dog is faithful till the end,

So is cat, whom you once tend,

A Cobra's revenge is deadly

And Elephant's memory is a legend.

For example, have a look at the law courts

Where aggrieved parties file unending petitions,

In all these, the common factor is man,

And not a single case of 'animal' vs. man !.

Alas!  Look at the vanity of Man,

How he has been restless, down the ages,

Fighting wars and killing people

For merely three things - wealth, women and land !

Note: The Oxford Dictionary defines 'He' as under :

(pron) the male person or animal in question.

2. The elephant's trunk is a Nature's marvel. There are 40000 muscles and tendons (tough fibrous tissue connecting muscle to some other part) in it. This means it is very strong and flexible, allowing its owner to pick a delicate flower with a feather touch or life a huge log with required force.

The trunk is used for touching, sucking, grasping, smelling, plucking, spraying water and striking.