And Christian,
The poetry of a race, people
Intercontinental and native
Deriving from Latin, French and German.
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My daughter,
Do not be sad,I do not want to see youIn tears,My daughter,Small daughter.
The white-breasted waterhen
My joy knows no boundsAnd leaps with joyIn seeing,Viewing the waterhen,The white-breasted waterhenCalling at dusk.
What is a poem?
A thought, an idea, a view, an opinion,A reflection, a discussionIn lyrical, arranged or lucid words.A poem can be about an old diary,A poem can about an album of photographs,A poem can be about a drama seen.What will inspire when who can but say it?A poem can be Valentine Day cards,A poem can be about…
Even when the days appear to be stronger
And it getting hotter,The coloured flowers keep us cheeringEven when bouts with summerRuffling it allWith heat and dustIn late spring.The simuls with red-red flowers,The palash with clusters,The gulmohars yet to show the spectacleEven during the hot sensation,The kanchanars in full swingWith the violet colour scented flowers.
Your God-gifted face, I have not forgotten it,
The source of my inspiration.
The rose-ringed green parakeet,
Parakeet,Picking the zodiac cardsComing out of the cageAt the town squareNear the court campusUnder the banyan tree,Think I,Think iOf the earning,Bird taming,Keeping of the pet,Fortune-tellingSoothing to the desperateAnd frustrated onesReturning from the court campus desperatelyOr loafing joblesslyTogether with its conservation status.