Border is Intact

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Border Is Intact

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In this hilly village,

I lived as a child,

With the passage of time,

Village had become wild.

I visit here again,

After a long phase,

Upon the heap of years,

Is piled, the bundle of age.

This is the same rock,

My place of fun and game,

On it, with childish urge,

I had engraved my name.

The border of flat stone,

Had shaped the frame,

In zigzag letters,

Was written my name.

With long passage of time,

Nature has faded the name,.

Now, I see tarnished surface,

Where words have become lame.

Years and years have passed,

Life has traveled  in between,

Most letters are rubbed off,

Hardly  faint words are seen.

On the inscribed script,

Many cracks are seen,

Rustic grass has grown,

Scattered; in- between.

Time will erase my full name,

The border remaining intact,

Next name may replace mine,

This is the well known fact.

One day,one child will come,

Will dig his name here,

Will clap hands, jump with joy,

Eternal truth is very clear.

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            (C) keshavdubey

                      19-11-25

                  

Nature The Child

 Nature,The Child

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 A child plays with the toy,

 Without any meaning or sense,
 Nature plays with the creation,
  And totally ignores our presence
                                                
The child pats the doll with love,
 Or throws it by the side,
 Nature keeps us on the lap,
 Or rolls us away, with stride.

 Doll is the means for infant-
 To keep him busy in game,
 Man is the puppet of nature,
 To play, and throw, the same.

 Why child is angry; nobody knows,
  He scatters the toys on the floor,
 When nature is furious-with cruel hands,
 Traps the man ,and closes the door.

 Next moment, the child is pleased,

With charming smile on his lips,

Nature also reflects the rainbow,,

A solemn up-rise, a divine dip.
 
   
  Nature is free to show his will,
  He is neither kind, nor wild,
  He is innocent, without sense,
 Nature is God's infant child.


 Nature and child both reflect, His Will,
  An invisible power, of supreme Hands,
 Call that Almighty by any Name,
 Beyond definition, His existence stands.
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                                                       (C) keshavdubey
                                                              7-8-'22
                                                           keshavdubey.com

                                          

WORD STREAM (18) GAMES,WE PLAY

GAMES,WE PLAY

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 Primitive game-we play,

Is the love- game,

Where start is, devotion,

And end is the same.

We play amid mass,

To claim the top,

The show goes on,

And we never stop.

We play with friends,

And equally with foes,

A life-long game-

The conflict of egos.

We play with a child,

To seek our past,

To probe the innocence-

We have lost.

We play with animals,

With pets; to boast-

Next to animal kingdom-

We are super most.”

We play with Nature,

The whistle we ignore,

That,foul game is fatal-

Knocking at our door.

Luck gives us an Ace,

But option is there,

Life is a single game,

Play foul or fair.

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                     (C) keshavdubey

                              22-12-2017