Thursday
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...: Game Goes On ************************************* The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game Goes On Storm,thunder, and fury had go...
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...: Game Goes On ************************************* The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game Goes On Storm,thunder, and fury had go...
Game Goes On
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(The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game
Goes On)
Storm,thunder, and fury had gone,
In dark coffin,the forest laid,
Forest,, once was dreamland,heaven,
Where, hurricane had made violent raid.
Fallen trees paid mournful homage,
Angry river had broken it's barrier,
Scattered shadows jumped on water,
Dead silence echoed, created the fear.
Motionless bodies of animals laid,
One-two-vultures flew in the dark,
Frightened beer peeped out of den,
Dog opened mouth,forgot to bark.
An injured doe ran,jumped in vain,
With hard labor,misery;blindfold,
Here and there,aimless,wandering,
Shivering with pain,terror, and cold..
A moment flash-a thunderbolt in sky,
She saw mad river:nearer she went,
Wounded,horrified,for want of water,
Struggling for life-she was pregnant.
The doe fell in mud-calm,desperate,
Gave birth to a tiny, little fawn,
With all efforts opened her eyes,
Saw the new -born,in light of dawn.
First light revealed to eyes of fawn-
-He saw the smile of the dove, dying,
Death,disaster,all was-meaningless,
The dove imagined her tiny son, flying.
He tried to stand,fell down in the mud,
Again,he tried,but he could not stand,
Again,and again --slipping in the mud,
He tried to firm his foot on the land.
Little fawn was alone under the sky,
Furious mother-nature was now kind,
Tender sun-light was kissing his eyes,
Bright reel of life,was going to rewind.
Mud-clad fawn had only divine WILL ,
WILL-that spreads arms, for a creature,
One is the god- gifted, mental- strength ,
Other arm is the golden path of future.
The fawn will try and try--and try again,
He will stand up on his legs,and will run,
The cycle-life and death chase each other,
life wins,game goes on-it is nature's fun .
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(C) keshavdubey
9-9-2016
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Thursday
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati: The River : Meghamati ************************** ** A hilly river divides my village in two halves, And the only link is a bridge, old,rusti...
Sunday
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati: The River : Meghamati ************************** ** A hilly river divides my village in two halves, And the only link is a bridge, old,rusti...
The River : Meghamati
The River : Meghamati
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A hilly river divides my village in two halves,
And the only link is a bridge, old,rustic, ancient,
The relations,emotions,love,hatred among the people,
Are woven with this lifeline-all past and present.
Rainfall on mountains quickly floods the river,
Old, round shouldered bridge sinks under the flow,
Slit and mud captures widespread land on both sides,
Every year, my village faces this destruction and blow.
Huts float on the river, crops are often washed away,
Woods,logs,bushes, even pet animals are floating on top,
All running with the current,moving away and away,
The poor farmer on the bank, fighting for life- dead stop.
And one morning ,sun-rays start dancing on calm water,
Day starts smoothly, slipping on the hilly, naughty torrent,
River again becomes lean and thin, after her horrible anger,
Some traces of ruin and catastrophe, but still looking descent.
Silent old bridge, takes a sigh of relief and starts breathing,
Schoolboys with bags on their back, throw stones below,
Farmers cross the bridge with a heavy heart, towards fields,
Cattle float on the river surface, their heads high and low.
Faith,family, relation- all that is the symbol of our being,
is this naughty, mischievous,lovely river, the part of our life,
We have worshiped Her as Goddess,since long, long past,
In every walk of our life- in harmony, merriment, and strife.
This dancing river is eternal thread, linking me to the mountain,
I have spent childhood here,played,enjoyed, grew-up on her sand,
She reflects myself before me , when I am here, far and far away,
My beloved river-Meghamati; be , before my eyes, till the end.
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= keshav dubey=
12-04-24
keshavdubey.com
Wednesday
WORD STREAM: WORDS NEVER DIE
WORD STREAM: WORDS NEVER DIE: Words Never Die ***************** * Words are script, Words are sound, Words rub-off,. Words rebound. Words are arrows, Words are balm, Word...
Sunday
WORD STREAM: WORDS NEVER DIE
WORD STREAM: WORDS NEVER DIE: Words Never Die ***************** * Words are script, Words are sound, Words rub-off,. Words rebound. Words are arrows, Words are balm, Word...
WORDS NEVER DIE
Words Never Die
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Words are script,
Words are sound,
Words rub-off,.
Words rebound.
Words are arrows,
Words are balm,
Words start massacre,
Words make men, calm.
Words block the door,
Of iron dome,
And create a vent,
In blind home.
Time-wheel digs the grave.
And make the words lie,
But Truth drags them out,
Words never die.
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=keshavdubey=
23-2-2024
keshavdubey.com
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM : New Year
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM : New Year: FAREWEL ************ * So you are going, dear old year? Of love, war, hope, hatred, dusk and dawn, With the heap of sweet and sour memories,...
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