Keep this tricolour always high

Keep this tricolour always high.....
In this free air let it always fly,
And prove that India's land is free.....
Its now ruled by no enemy.

Look back to that Indian Age
Which is now in History's page.
India was not free that time.....
She had to face terror and crime.

Several Indians had come forward.....
They fought and suffered martyrdom,
And left us to enjoy the reward.....
The great reward of freedom.

And this tricolour that you see here,
Represents our motherland's democracy.
It also hides within itself
All those freedom fighters' history.

So, just show the world that India's free,
And keep those martyrs' memories fresh.
Make India grow and touch the sky.....
And keep this tricolour always high.

__Söuvick

Ode to my mother on her birthday

You are an idol of love and care.
Its for for you that on earth I am there.
You have always remained closest to me.
You fulfilled my wishes, but never asked a fee.

The age had come of my schooling.
I remember I never went to school
Unless I received your hug and kiss
And your fulfilling my one wish.

And when I returned from my school,
You always waited at the door.
The moment I got down from my rikshaw,
You hugged me again, and kissed me more.

Life was not always a bed of roses.
Problems made me cry and yelp.
The world came to support me later.
You were the first to come and help.

When the dark clouds covered the sky,
And troubles continuously came and went by,
It made you cry all the while,
But you hid your tears to keep my smile.

Clock kept running, and I grew up.
You were there with me throughout the time.
As a support, as a guide, and as the best friend,
You have given me knowledge and values in a blend.

You struggled hard for my living....
From morning to night, in a routine.
You followed the routine seven days a week.
You took no leave even when sick.

At times I feel how lucky am I....
To get you in my life.
I shall always remain grateful to you,
To your love, your care and sacrifice.

At last I would like to say,
Mothers like you are indeed very few.
Saying 'thank you' is too little a return.
I shall always remain indebted to you.

You have felt it or not, I have never known.
I love you too, though I might never have shown.
Today, in this auspicious day, I would like to say,
MOTHER, MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY.

(dedicated to my mummy on the occasion of her birthday).

Nothing, but the memories remain

The flow of water continues in the river.....
The same water you can't see again.
It flows, and moves ahead forever.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

The existing day passes, and a new day comes.....
To some it brings gain, to others, pain.
The clock still runs, and the heart still pumps.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

The path that begins, does have an end.....
Whatever length does it attain.
None can change life's this trend.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

I began my journey, one fine day.....
Which brought me just joy and gain.
Today, when it ends, I can just say.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

(today i attended my last class in my school. The pain of my leaving my alma mater for ever has made me write this poem).

__Söuvick

Walking down the road in the midst of night

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see the scene with the half-moon's light.
Crescent was on its peak, and the clouds were raging,
Dashing with one another, a war they were waging.

Dogs that barked, and the wolves that cried,
Ran through the paths of the day's busy town.
There was also presence of the bird of the night,
Who shrieked and cried, flying up and down.

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see this beautiful nocturnal kingdom.
No car on the road, in the sky no flight
To disturb them from this freedom.

The dark mongrel who roamed on the day,
And dined on the left-over food by people,
Did sit on the raised ground on the way
Just like a king, making a cat's hair ripple.

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see the poor cat bowing down.
She had sat on the place of the king mongrel,
And now, she's being punished to act as a clown.

The night-scene is really quiet and peaceful.
It has a beauty of its own.
Come out and enjoy it, if you get no slumber.
But remember, you must be alone.

Ignorant of Human Nature

The stars of the night, twinkling bright,
Can see the Greenpark's strange sight.
The crowd of people busy in the party
On the occasion of the Prince's stepping to twenty.

The stars of the night, twinkling bright,
Can see the crowd of Kingly beings
Well attired, with gifts on hands,
Enjoying the ball, with all its good things.

But the stars of the night can also see
A boy standing outside the great marquee.
His hands are empty, and clothes are torn.
He is lean and thin, his ribs one can see.

The guests inside, are enjoying lemonade.
But this young chap has no marmalade.
They, with delicious items are fed.
And he is cared by none, instead.

The Kingly guests, who are rich and healthy,
Are forced to take more and more items.
No one cares for this poor and lonely
whose lean body shows hunger's symptoms.

The stars can't understand this human stupidity.
Why the food is deprieved of the one who is hungry?
What to do, they are ignorant of human nature
Where the rich is valued more than poor.

(The pitiful sight is often seen by us, but we ignore it. Am I not right??)
__Söuvick

An ode to my teacher

I found myself on a central ground
Where several roads emerged.
I didn't know which one to follow.
In the sea of quandary, was I submerged.

I didn't just know what to do.
All the roads did seem alike.
I didn't know the one for me.
For help, I shouted and cried.

And then you appeared all of a sudden,
As a light in my life's dark cave.
And throwing away all my burden,
You showed me my path, and also did pave.

I took the road that you showed.
But the route wasn't that easy.
It bifurcated at every step
But you were always there to guide me.

The roads that took to doom and wrong
Were paved with flowers at their start.
You taught me not to focus on them
For they had thorns at the last.

I found my road full of obstacles.
You taught me to face them without delay.
And whenever I attempted doing that task,
I found for me, gifts on the way.

Even today you are guiding me.
Your care, your love is felt by me.
No speech is left with me to share.
Thank you, teacher, for your love and care.

__Söuvick

(a gift to my beloved teachers on the occasion of Teachers' Day).

I don't wanna part with you.....!!

You are an abode of tranquility,
An edifice of care and love.
A golden bag full of knowledge
To share with each of us.

Years ago, I stepped in you
Ignorant of a great fact.
The more my infant legs went in,
The more you entered in my heart.

And then you changed to a caring mother,
Guiding my steps in every path.
You helped me stay away from evil
And on the sea of values, take a bath.

You nourished me for so many years.
You taught me, life is beautiful.
In you, I saw a different world.
I felt you a home, not a school.

So many years have passed by me.
You gave me many new things to see.
Every new thing brought a new experience,
New lesson, new hope, with a new essence.

And today it pains even to think
The bitter truth of our getting parted.
I don't wanna part with you.
I want to remain for ever with you.

But I am bound with the rules of nature.
I am forced to leave your company.
But it is, for me, just a formality.
You are still in my heart, in my memory.
(dedicated to my beloved St. Xavier's...... My Alma Mater).