It’s Namo again

He came,
He conquered ,
He won,
The hearts of many,
With his dedication,
And love for the country.

His simplicity,
His hard work,
His modern outlook,
His vision for the nation,
Strengthen the trust of many.

Fools belittled him,
Greedy defamed him ,
Egoistic called him thief,
But that didn’t fool
The smart public.

Whole nation is struck,
By the Namo fever,
Filled with the same vision ,
As our people’s leader.

It’s victory,
Of the people,
Of truth over lie,
Of  growing nation.

The song of Krishna

The night is young,

And the women,

Old and colleen,

Wander aimlessly,

In search of melodious tune,

That stole their heart.

They left their homes,

Their families and friends,

Unafraid of danger ahead,

Only to get glimpse,

Of that boy with flute,

Who stole their heart.

It wasn't his charming eyes,

Or his sweet voice,

Or his childlike innocence,

But the music he played,

With his flute

That stole their heart.

The stars are shining,

As well as the moon

Guiding them along,

Path amongst woods,

That could be dangerous

And poisonous.

At last they find him,

Sitting below Kadamb tree,

Playing his favorite tune,

On his flute,

Enchanting everyone around him.

He is not alone,

With him is Radha,

Who is enchanted like them,

Sits with her head,

On his shoulder,

Looking more beautiful.

Past, present and Future

As I move one step ahead,

My mind moves backward,

To the past,

So dark and downcast.

The future is bright,

Says my heart with pride,

But my mind fails to accept,

Instead rejects every prospect.

The mistakes I made,

The errors I committed,

The defeats I experienced,

Is stuck in my mind.

My present is affected,

And everything is complicated,

Because my mind fails to accept,

The bright prospect.

I push my mind,

One more time,

To the world full of possibilities, 

Opportunities and positivities.

This is not the end,

I say to my mind,

I still have my present,

And future that will be pleasant.