THE MOON IN THE SUN

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SURGE OF LIFE WITHIN

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Somewhere in mountains high,

It is snowing again,

In soft soundless flakes,

As the snow leopard awakes.

 

Somewhere where the oceans heave,

The Orca bursts in wondrous leap,

Where the waves mingle and meet,

Under a night sky glistening sweet.

 

Somewhere in the jungles hidden and wild,

The tuskers bathe and spray in delight,

As the eagle owls take to sky and alight

On lingering trees sleeping mild.

 

In the swirling wispy mists,

The butterfly in groves of trees sleeps,

Opening it’s beautiful wings in dreams

To the surge of life within.

 

 

 

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OF SOUL & LIFE

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If ever I die,

That will only be a reprieve,

For I shall walk again and again

In mystifying forms of Life.

 

Keep the sparrows alive,

Chirping from tree to balcony,

And the beautiful butterfly,

That sips the nectar honey.

 

Keep the eagles soaring,

Kissing the Sun high

And the tigers roaring,

That gods bow to knees nigh.

 

Ah, the life that runs wild

Gambols, cascades, spirits

In fascinating forms of life.

 

Let them be alive

For if I ever die

That will only be a reprieve

For I shall come again and again

To walk the wonderful forms of life.

 

 

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FOR, I AM THE TIGER

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The shadows are now too deep,

And I have to take my leave,

No more shall I walk this land,

Be mere lines now in drifting sand

 

Nature in tribute had me so dressed,

As lie the lines on Mahadev’s head,

And the very gods in homage bowed,

When my roars had the creation cowed

 

But the shadows are now too deep,

And I have to take my leave,

No more shall I walk this land,

Be mere lines now in drifting sand

 

For, I am the Tiger.

 

 

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THE WHITE FALCON

[A young boy brings down a White Falcon with his air-rifle; but the Falcon wouldn’t die even when shot again & again…….

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“The spread wings with head high

Eclipsed even the endless sky;

Eyes in scorching majesty burnt,

Lit like thousand brilliant Lights;

 

Numbed was the young human mind,

At such splendor of so wounded a life,

That held death captive in its bind,

As if another prey in its glorious flight”