Fresh Morning Theme : Fresh Morning. Serenading of birds in the foliage green. Awoke me up with a morning serene. The morning glare was illuminating the sky . Everywhere was quiescent with fresh morning bright. Beggars were sleeping on
Theme: Fresh morning Title: My sweet morning words I can hear the birds in the sky, Called me in a loud voice. My ears are awakening, For I can feel the fresh morning breeze. Who is ambling on my
Fresh Morning When the dazzling dew kisses the grass blades, When the reddish sky turns to be golden, When all the nestlings and birds stars to chirp When all the dreams ,wait to be true,who are nighty weaven. The pleasant
FRESH MORNING A beautiful beginning of a new life Like the new born child. The smile of dawn washes away All the darkness of night. The soul of sun looks so glowing. The birds singing and flying in the sky
Theme : Our Heritage Title : Our Heritage Our Pride. Our heritage is our wealth. It’s not an object for sale. Let it stand and let it prevail. And let’s praise and gale. Our heritage is our great resource.
Heritage O illustrious endowments of sublime essence, That amplify and reinforce our nation’s eminence. The resplendent Taj glimmers to the vision of the night; Solidifying ice at Amarnath renders a splendid sight. The exquisite Khondalite art of the temple of
Earth The earth rolls uncomfortably Upon its celestial bed, Forced awake By catastrophic nightmares, Dregs itself upright On broken knees Amidst tornadoes and cyclones, Looks on with crystal tears Upon ravaged and ruined paradise, Set alight and burnt By industrial machinery
Troubles of my Heart I suffer unbearable pains which I cannot share, i’m not willing to lay bare in clear and open plains troubles of my heart, sorrow makes itself at home when happiness depart and leaves me here alone in
I’m an African Don’t scorn me for being black I’m an African; Don’t blame me for colours I lack I’m an African, I might take my flight Within or without this borders When I refuse to fight My blood brothers, I
I left my past I left my past there, Where I was, my childhood, and my dream of the future. Leaving my past behind, where my childhood was spent dusting. The village is deserted, and the bended dirt road. I
The Purpose of My Life Every footprint is the symbol of my life The more I sanguinely sail it and strive, The better opportunities materialize in it A purposeful life, pacific and really great Throughout it , can dwell with calm
Before a holy place… I entered into the holy place for prayer and worship Before thee So was the faith… Before thee Before the silence So is my faith.. The candles burn without showing signs of life. Also
TEACHINGS OF NATURE The Nature A best teacher Our true creator In Indian literature You’ll find many verses Documented well on nature Explored upon the topic either That simply tells secrets greater On various earthly or Devine matter Through its
Title : Our Rights Nostalgic happenings gathered again Their braveness resounds in flashback, What they do for us ; That preads our breathing a day long, The heroes of freedom fighting make a ray of hope, Now we get ourselves we
CRY OF PAIN ************* Under a bare tree , sitting down like a cursed prince, And thinking the presence of her beauty , How strange the twinkling glaze of her face, that gives me all the pleasure; And makes me a
Crossroad Confusion… I am standing on the junction of my life, Placing my feet on the sharpest knife, If I move an inch from the junction, I will get confused with my direction. I count my steps backward for seven
#The_Spectre_of_Secret_society “The mirage will be so great, so vast that it will escape their perception. Those who see it will be considered crazy. We will create separate fronts to prevent them from seeing the connection between us. We will behave as if