Poems

FOR MY LOVELY DAD

CHARACTERS

Things are mystery
Why?
I don’t know
Simply mystery!
But I think
Me,
A logical person
But,
People think as a mystery!
But I think
They are, not me!
All the Shakespeare’s characters
are nothing
Before the real life characters!
Be Careful
While approaching people!!
Because they are mysterious!
I am not a writer,
But I write
Because of some mysterious people
Who are so strange!!
I use to think and try to write about people
But fail, because
They are complicated ones…
When I am in group
I make myself alone
Because
I think that they are not sociable to others
I started my life
Without any clarity in life
But
You people made me as clear as sky!
By
Doing more mysterious things than I think!
You made me to learn
what the society is
What it expects from me!
You enjoy the fall of others
You are being so ‘casual’
As You don’t interfere in others’ life
All unknown people are not mysterious
But
Only known people are!
Unknown peoples develop you or go away
But
Known peoples make your life mysterious!
What a pity this life is….
Unknown people are quite and strange!
Nobody knows
Who is mysterious to whom..
WHAT A MYSTERY!!!
-nizhaljk

Author - NIZHALJK, NEYVELI

Integrity – A Way of Life

Behind the clouds so high,
Beyond the twinkling stars in the sky;
There is a galaxy and I live there,
In a country that is fair and square.

This is a country where honesty thrives,
Where the law is supreme and virtue survives;
The people are honest to the core,
Guarding morality like a precious ore.

But how did this come about, one may marvel,
The answer is education which truth did unravel;
It taught people honesty and integrity were supreme,
That preventing corruption would bring the nation esteem.

So, citizens turned honest and authorities upright,
Public wealth was guarded with zealous might;
Integrity thus, was ingrained without an iota of strife,
Unforced, uncoerced but simply as a way of life.

People lived for their needs and not for greed,
Good character and righteousness were their creed;
The country was proud of its noble standing,
Coupled with a moral, ethical and principled branding.

Oh what a sweet little country I live in with elation,
Yes, one may scoff at the existence of such a nation;
But yes, it does exist……and it is our own sweet India,
A new India built on a dazzling dream, and not on the grand Utopia.

A dream that I dared to dream and carry,
Exhorted by Abdul kalam, the leader and visionary;
When will I wake up to this dream?
The dream of an Indian dawn of a moral stream?

The dream of an India where the system is clean,
and unfettered integrity reflects the sheen;
Institutions and organisations answering to probity,
And standing the test of any scrutiny.

Yes, the dream will materialise, with a consensus of shared values,
With wholesome integrity centred around positive virtues;
How I wish this tangible way of life with integrity,
Starts and flourishes from our own little lignite city.

Author - Kaza Raja, Neyveli