SOLDIER

Veer Jawan....

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of other…

Those who give freedom to their nation…

Not only have they sacrificed their life, also for them their relatives who miss someone.

Still they never return back, even they never seen back.

They are always in front of all.

They are also someone’s brother and someone’s son

They are country’s watchman and mister of young woman.

They never thought, they would never get back

They also sacrificed for their nation.

They promised their country, so they have no personal life.

Over all they are man, son of nation, work for nation and die for nation.

These are their responsible as a Soldier.

Every soldier may not get a new mother from their nation,
But every mother may give a new soldier to their nation.

If every mother sacrifice for her child

Every soldier also sacrifices himself for his mother/nation.

TRUST

My Darling ...!

May be Mountain is fly, but river never fly

Spring may be dry, but tear never be dry,

Because that tear is combination of our happy and sorrow.

Worship may be without priest, but love never without heart

May be ocean without waves, but man never exist without breath,

Because everything has its own beginning and end.

River-Ganga may be impure, but truth never can be false

May be Earth will be artificial, but birth and death never artificial,

Because God see the truth but we have to wait.

May be you forget, how you think about me

But our promises of past we never be forget,

May be I have forget, how you were in my arms

But your kiss of trust is always unforgettable.

WAITING

Pratikshya...

Oh, My Priya…!

The ‘river’ flows touching your body,

The ‘flower’ blooms blinking of your eyes,

The ‘mountain’ bows down kissing your feet,

The ‘breeze’ blows swinging of your hair.

Had I the wings of birds, I must search where you are

Had I the rhythm of flute, I must play for you anywhere.

Neither a ‘bird’ nor ‘Lord-Krishna’

It may be, if your arms being around me

And I catch you with my heart.

Still I am waiting for them…

The ‘river’ that touches you,

The ‘flower’ blooms by your eyes,

The ‘mountain’ that kisses you,

The ‘breeze’ blows by your hair.

At least they can talk me about you.

Hai, My Priya…!

Where are you and when will truth unveiled?

THREE STAGES OF LIFE

-ENDLESS TIME-

Morning

Hello, Brother…! Let’s see ahead

First rays of the sun waiting for you

Cuckoo singing the life song for you

You see your face on the pale of dews

And the time, you have to do all today,

more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

Mid-day

Oh, Man…! Let’s go ahead

Feathers of birds are not flattered

Stars are not twinkling in the sky

Flowers are not abloom on the leap of night

The night dew not begins to fall

The time is to see you, not your shadow.

Night

Hi, Comrades…! Let memories

What you have done and

What you have to do, in the last breath

If not, thank God

If something, also thank God

And pray to complete, before end of the night

Because a prosperous morning awaiting you.

WHEN WILL COME THAT DAY…?

The Golden day of my life...

The night blossoms with sweet fragrance

And the scattered moonlight when fall upon both of us would glitter,

The flow of stream would praise the glory of God

And the breeze would say the reality of world where no one is there.

I would be on your lap and you around my arms,

The heart of two would be within one sole,
when you and I only in our world.

The hot breath of you would cling to me

And my hairy chest would call for play the true game of Adam and Eve

At the moment earth will stop for sometime.

The rising sun (son) would glitter with fun

And what wait to be happening that would happen.

Everything would revolve with the own orbit

But we would move with our glittering sun’s orbit.

The symbol of love would stand with his brand name

None behind him except U and Me.

The day, when we would be with our love

And that day we must be happy and delight.

When will come that day…?

JOY OF LIFE …

 GOD...!

 Before that day when I was alone

Inside mother’s ovum beyond the light;

You were with me (God) besides truth and faith

Like the form of a ray of light.

You are my joy of life…

I was clean, ideal, and pure and out of all evils

When I came out from that dark to see the light;

No-one to guide me except you and yours everything

I had been blind before touching the holy light.

You are my joy of life…

Though I have eyes, still I am a blind

Because I have seen everything except you;

When will you offer me that holy lotus eyes (Padmalochan)

Since then, I am searching that ray of light of your.

Oh, God you are faith of my heart and the ray of light.

You are my joy of life…

BECAUSE…?

You…

Persevered – to become two sides of one coin

Promised – to change the garland in our marriage (/to tie the knot of two sole)

Premeditated – to free our progenitor (who is chained with betray).

It must be, when we both sacrifice for each other and became very closer.

Also, it was ultimatum for both of us.

You say, is it possible to forget?

Never…

Of course, I known as a ‘forgetful’ in front of all

But in your eyes, an unforgettable memory,

Is not it?

I am not angry upon you

And also, it is not today.

How could I…?

Still, I am worried; do you know – why?

“Only & once, imagined to disagree with you”.

In past, I haven’t disagree with you

But now, when I am trying…

How could it be possible!

Never…,

Because, I am unable disagree with you.

And you, you are the one & only, whom I could say everything of my life.

CONCEPTIONS

Three things of life as like as love…

 Place

Who knows how much land you had taken, when you were born?

How much you will occupy when you will go to pyre?

But, only you know how much require,

Still from ancient age to modern age everywhere war,

Only for a land, what you get at last?

The whole life destroyed only for caffeine, a land, a place.

Time

The bright future always waiting you based on a forgotten past

You never go up-stair without down stair.

The distance between down and up stair is the present moment.

Let go of your yesterday,

to see bright tomorrow and do your duty today.

Person

May be that is life when you were born,

You were crying and everyone around you was smiling.

Love your life so that when you die,

You are the one who will smile and everyone around you will cry.

These three things as like as Love

What begins with a smile i.e., Life

Grows with a kiss i.e., Time

And ends with a drop of tear i.e., Place/Caffeine.

THE FALLING ROSE OF LAST SPRING

 LAST SPRING ROSE

***********************

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

A droop of Sindur and two pieces of Bangles

which draw the line of promising (horrifying)

This is our last….

Till now, we were in one way with one foot

Now then, it would be same way in separate step,

After leaving me, you will stay in your place, in which way…

After leaving you, I will stay in my place, in that way…

This is my last letter with the last pen on the last sheet.

In a way, this is the test (of fire) for me

now then, I have to live alone.

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

My world, which I had made half

That world, is on fire today,

Will you change your way towards me?

Or could I motivate you to look at me?

This is the last dialogue of the last scene of last Drama.

It would be the last waiting (of me) for you

till the last flame of my crematoria body.

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

RISK FACTOR***

Risk
*******

The person who risks nothing, he does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.

To live is to risk dying, To dream is to risk losing,
To hope is to risk despair, To try is to risk failure.

To laugh is to risk appearing just like a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing gushy and supple.

To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk revealing your Self-inherent.

To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To will is to risk not knowing the result is open.

But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

{It is the own experience of my life.}

["RISK FACTOR" was published on “Aakash Times” in November 2012 Issue.]

SWEET HEART

Oh, my dear…sweet-heart…Krishna…

It is more sensible than words & less expressible than feelings…about you.}

You are the only…

One of the miracles of lack of people,

             who means everything to me,

One of the five substitutes (i.e., earth, water, fire, wind, ether),

            who have touched my life (in one way or another).

You are the only…

One of the angels in my dreamy heaven,

            who makes me easy when I feel discomfort,

One of the noble laureate among all,

            who becomes poet when I really need it.

You are the only…

One of the beauties among the thousands,

            who makes me see the brighter side of the things,

One of the glorious stars of the Universe,

            who makes me lighten the dark side of the helpless.

And you, whom I more than all,

            want to tell how much our love is appreciated (fruitful).

GIFT

Always precious…

It couldn’t demand when we want

It’s more precious than our need,

That depends upon donor’s mercy which always surprises for good deed.

It should never be compared with money

It’s more worthy than worthless property,

It is as sweet as honey

It cannot be bought as a sweet.

It couldn’t think so, we are presenting

Coz, it is God, who made him receive from us,

It develops friendship, whom we searching

This is luck, by which we have to do so much.

PRAISE to my Love

My Love...

When nights are long and tears fall like dew

Pleasant winds keep your memories dear,

I sit by my window on the moonlight and think of you

Though past never comes, you are still near.

Fragrance of flowers, chirping of birds

Sweet melancholy of nature is because of you,

My heart melts with every glance

When will you come back to me for sue?

My words cannot be expressive in front of your beauty

But my eyes worth it to express my love for you,

You are the rarest of rare always pretty

And my lips whisper always how much I care for you.

My day starts from you and ends at you

You are the best partner anyone could have,

The love I have ever met and if I die before you

I will wait there in heaven to share our love.

ALMIGHTY

GOD...!

Oh, my Lord, almighty…the ocean of kind hearted, greatness

Enable me to bow down to thy lotus feet (padma-pada)

And persuade me to offer everything, what I got by the grace of you.

Nothing remains to me, which may create selfishness.

Hey, Prabhu, Anadi… formless, nirakara, endless

Be kind to me to feel thy great personality residing in all void sky

And enable to sing a song of your glorious joy

I neither write my words nor see your radiance through my earthly eyes.

Hey, Swami, Alekha… indescribable, eternal, nirguna, writing-less

Bless me to collect a little knowledge of your mahima / (swarup)

And order me enter into thy emptiness, soundness room to divulge the secret

If possible nothing remains to describe your great kindness.

Hey, God, Antaryami… nameless, bhavagrahi, divine soul

Let me geared up with that magnificent power

By which a dumb can say, blind can see and lame can walk

And you are not only beyond description but

Free from the bondage of birth and has no desire

How can I describe and call in which name, you are the above all?

MARRIAGE IS NOT A SAND-HUT

Vibaha...

A pinch of Sindur brought my daughter…

It has nabbed my right from me forever….

Taking this one word of mine … as knot of your Anchal

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A pinch of Sindur brought my daughter…

It was just yesterday, you were crying

Today, you have departed from us, we are crying.

You were my Laxmi, I know from your birthday

Now, I am without Laxmi, you went on other’s way.

The last Shravan raining as tear in my eye

In that tear a father’s affection sinking away.

Taking my blessings… taking my whole age

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A drop of Sindur brought my daughter…

Who will rigid with me calling father again and again?

Who will light lamp at the feet of Vrindabati again?

My daughter has not seen kitchen even once

She is thinking, how will she adjust at once?

The Doli of my daughter is departing today

When she crosses the end of village, which wills her after a day?

Taking your destiny… taking your karma

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play home,

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A drop of Sindur brought my daughter…

GOLDEN RING

Swarna Mudrika

My sweet heart, I have to you these diamond lyrics

In which I send model of you (thyself).

You gifted me a ring of purest gold

which bear inside a pointed cut diamond.

You think it must appreciate my attention

My thoughts are (as) pure, just above your summation.

That metal is precious and the stone is true

As true as you how much more precious than you?

The gem is so nice and clear- no need to compare

Though nice, as like your face it is not fare.

You suppose this, because from me you have it

I believe your faith more, because you gave it.

You gave me that Golden Ring to wear

Where you my jewels, multiply to bear?

The Day @ Surajkundu (Picnic)

15^th February@Surajkundu

I still have fond memories of the eventful and enjoyable day of 15^th Feb.2002, when the Aakash family went to the ‘Surajkund Mela’ trip. On the cool and breezy morning our bus started amidst the ‘twitter’ of the excited Aakashians. Sleepy faces were glowing with the glee of the picnic. Our joyride further was beautified by the chilly weather, lovely winter dew drops and the mesmerizing fragrances of myriad flowers. Our pleasure had surpassed every earthly limit.

The sweetness of the Mela lingering around Surajkund filled our senses. Surajkund Mela was nearing its finale with 5-6 days remaining. The scenic beauty at Surajkund was spectacular and the moment we stepped out. Some started sightseeing; others played cricket and a few rode camels. There was a beautiful lake where many ‘lovey-dovey’ couples were hanging out. Antakshari, mimicry, jokes and dance routines were the order of the day where even our esteemed MD sir sang an impromptu song in a blissful mode. One of our colleague even mimicked MD sir (with Sir’s permission). Everyone seated themselves on the lush, soft green surrounding MD sir and Ma’m. Snacks, soft-drinks and packaged meals were there for all including MD sir also shared the same.

  

Our MD Sir is a man of many faces. When accompanying teachers he essays the role of a teacher, with staff he becomes a part of them. His humility and dedication towards work is remarkable and his discipline is evident in his everyday lifestyle. He has a desire to undertake something challenging from time to time in order to improvise and progress both personally and professionally. Since the year 2001, my association with Aakash has been a witness to the inclusion of innovation in the coaching strategies adopted at Aakash. As our mentor, guru and employer the lesson I learned from him is that “Success comes to you if you wholeheartedly work towards your goal”. He is the man of success by his deed, determination & dedication and Aakash Institute is a milestone of his success.

Aakash believes in celebrating success and we ‘raise a toast’ every year to its success at various entrance exams. The venues of success parties are lavish and include grand names like Hotel-Ashoka, Hyatt-Regency, Continental, Taj-Palace, Shangri-La, Radisson-BLU etc. This clearly sends us a message that ‘Hard work bears sweet fruits’. With Aakash we are striving, learning, growing and enjoying while yearning for many more sweet fruits of labor.

  

   Cynosure of all Eyes: Surajkundu Lake                     

PANCH-GYANENDRIYA

BRAMHA RANDHRA

Let me take rest out of this evil weariness…

My eyes are tired struggling upon bad scene

I have no patience to hallucinate

Let me see only you, the best of all … hay, (Jyoti-randhra) light of my eye.

Tongue has failed sense of taste

Neither say unusable words nor usable of this materialistic world

Let me enchant only your glory … hay, (Rasa- randhra) my inner voice.

Nose is nervous getting dirty smell

No-one to inhale other than your sweet /holy smell

Let me mesmerize with your unique fragrance … hay, (Basana- randhra) smell of my nose.

Skin has lost sensation

Instead You to feel something

Let me be sensitive, (even in sleep) to get your sensation … hay, (Sparsh- randhra) sense of nerve.

Ears are never adjusted beyond the unbearable noise

Never heard the barbaric words of this uncivilized society

Let me hear only your glorious deeds … hay, (Shruti- randhra) sound of my ear.

Oh, my God…Param Brahma!

Let me not force my hidden spirit into a tiresome world

Let me sleep on these--- Resting my trust upon you.

By which tomorrow all will be renewed, energized for a fresh and tired free morning.

FREEDOM

MUKTA

Two feet land, three feet clothes

Four drops water, five minute time…..

Hey Allah! Let it to me to exist…..

On the land, where I had kept my feet thinking it’s mine

That was slipped from my foot.

Searching only for two feet land sun has set.

Searching for a Burkha…

To hide my face and not to look naked whence I had stepped forward

Thence who knows, how it was naked before me in the name of God.

Drop by drop water makes ocean greater…

Searching two drops for me and two drops for you

It never found, but whole world has made desert.

To spend time, we need time…

Nowhere to fix foot, everywhere horror…

Give me only five minute to offer my five times prayer.

If it would not get me, it’s better what I was before this world.

At least-

Give me three feet clothes for shroud and two foots land for burial

Five minute time to born my crematoria and four drops water to put it out.

Please let fulfill my aims…

If nothing is possible, take me back to that Burkha where I was

And let me sovereignty …..

Hey Allah! Let it to me exist…..let my existence be……..

Hey Allah! Let me be independent…let me face independence……

INCARNATION-SWARUP

My dear Mother...

When I was unknown only one thing was known to me is my mother,

She is always with me.

But when I wish to know, many more things unknown to me

That my mother, who willingly bears difficulties for other.

She is sympathetic and pathetic.

She is oppressed and depressed.

She is imaginary and immense.

She is tolerant and many-a-more.

She is mistress of Young man and tress of Villain.

She is friend’s companion and nurses of old man.

She is someone’s daughter and someone’s sister.

She is someone’s lover and someone’s teacher.

Over all she is a woman who makes a man behave like a gentleman for everyone.

It is her obligation as a Mother.

Every mother may give a new soldier to the nation

But every soldier may not get a new mother from their nation.

“If mothers of various nations meet together there would be no more war.”

HAPPENINGS

Ghatana...

Hey, Bhagwan!

I swear, it never happens again…

What had happened, that was a dream.

If it is my mistake to dream

How could I see you without the dream?

Hence, I try to see the world through your dreamy eyes.

I wish I must see you and touch your feet

I must be your with your dreamful creation.

The flower dancing by thrilling of wind

Fountain creates miracle with rainbow.

Birdies chatter with their mother

Kitty watches their noise waiting for her mother.

It may be, someone waiting for others and someone always with other.

Something happens by the help of others

And something happens by the self power.

What have happened either directly or indirectly?

What had happened or will happen…yesterday or tomorrow

All is well by your wellness.

Everything happens by your willful dreams.

XENIAL

Grandfather...

There was a rule - to abide the “Rule of Family”

Who would like to bind the bell on the cat’s neck?

When I was a child, I used to hear the stories from my grand mother…

That was not only about the family, the whole world.

How daring, laborious, wise and determinant was he?

Even a single day he has not taken rest

From sunrise to sunset he was busy in his own business.

After all, he has spent time for all, when free

As a devotee of Bramha, Bramhacharya was part of his life

He never forgets to maintain life like a Monk within four walls of this materialistic world.

Not only strict for others, also for himself

Everyday, it must be he read Bhagavad Gita, Purans…etc.

He was eating to sustain

But we were sustaining to eat.

Difference is that at seventy, he ploughs his own land by the help of ancient wooden plough.

That means Swarajya with non-violence.

In his eye, Guest is not less than God

No-one return back empty handed from him.

Above all he never neglects his family

Tried to fulfill cent percent of wanting

And guide all to lead a perfect life.

Since then we have reached the third generation of our family

Being a part of this combined family we are proud of it

But what he managed was never managed by us.

So a traditional family always needs tradition man

Like our grandfathers – Gandhi, Nehru, Patel

In their times, there was no money or power like now-a-days,

Still… he has only internal power…

Mind power is always greater than money power.

Hence, the family is not just maintained by money and power, also by a well versed mind.

This was proved by them, when we get freedom to maintain our family in our own way.

UTMOST

Oh my Lord, purity is there, from where I found you

Surety is also there when I came across you;

Nothing is possible without your blessings

Something may be, by the blinking of your eyes.

Hey Prabhu……

An apple has five/six seeds, but in one seed, how many apples?

Any one can count the seeds, but only you can count all the apples.

We bored well, water supplied by you

We see the stars on the sky; they glitter by you;

Oceans have high tides and sun reflect ultraviolet rays

Water flows down, steam up the above sky and ice floats.

You make us intellectual, genius and wise

We are so much intelligent,

For which we forget to memories you.

Pardon – My Lord, my light of the eye, path finder……

Give me true education and true knowledge;

Make me real intellectual and real servant;

Show me the right direction of right path.

ZOO

The whole world is a zoo, where there

We all are animal of various classes;

Who knows what will happen tomorrow

Today is the best day, enjoy life with cheers.

Deer to tiger and tiger to hunter

Whether luckily or unluckily if meet each other;

Frog to snake and snake to snake-charmer

No-one missed the chance, all need to fulfill wanting of their.

Wants are unlimited still, all wants to be free

But they never know they are inside zoo;

Depending upon zoo-warden live their life

Warden is the supreme power, who looks after all too.

The nest of sparrow swinging by the wind on the top of palm tree

And she is flying without fear nest to nest with her birdies;

She knows nothing is permanent in this temporary world

Still she is caring her child instead of taking care of herself.

Human beings deserve more but gain less

Just like a silly monkey, who jumps branch to branch to eat more;

At last he reached the point from where he started jump

So we all are inside zoo wherever we may go, again will come for suing.

WHAT IS LOVE?

HOW LOVE IS...? 

Love is like a river, which flows forever

Don't feel it is like a flower

Before getting it dies in season's shower.

Love is a commitment which is committed by each other

It is not a feeling, which comes and goes like flower.

Love can never be so fruitful without friendship

As flower can't be beautiful without color and fragrance.

Love is blind, never sees what is beauty and good

But it hears what is not spoken and understands what is not explained.

Love doesn't work in the mouth nor the mind but in the heart.

Never be afraid to fall in love it may hurt a lot.

Love may give aches and pains

If you love, you must ready to accept it

It may leave your heart but keep in mind

And will be willing to endure the pain of past.

Love is not like investment which means something to expect in return

Love is just like commitment which means to prepare to accept pain.

Love is proud less, don't enjoy it with pride

Better to lose your pride rather than someone you guide.

Love doesn't have a happy ending

If you expect happiness, that means

You do not love, you are using.

Because love doesn't have to end at all

This is the most desirous thing of the world which is neither got easily nor left forcefully.

It is meaningless to say goodbye to someone I never had.

It is impossible to fall tears for someone who was never mine.

It is worthless to miss someone I was never.

And why I love someone whose love was never mine.

GOD IS EVERYTHING

Hey, Parameshwar (Sunyavashi)!

You are the One and only but present everywhere.

You are the Formless and Body less but creators of everything.

You are the Unique and Distinct but bondage with your devotee’s love.

You are the Anadi and Nirakar but everything started with you and Sakara.

You are the Omnipotent and Omnipresent but stayed in one.

You are the Birth-less and Shapeless but born number of times.

You are the only of your Devotee and Follower but all follow to love you.

You are the Dare and Afraid of all but enable other to free from all.

You are the Out of Indriya but doing duty of Indriya.

You are the Action-less but source of action.

Oh, my God, let me be painstaking, unprejudiced, and truthful.

Let me be optimistic and enlighten me with your light of wisdom,

Encourage me to be your courageous devotee.

HYPNOTISM OF NATURE

Spring-Summer-Rain

Winter shawl wave away from the earth

The yellow leaves flutter and fall

The spring has done its flowering,

And renew the world with descent color.

The wind of heaven kisses the flower

The bank of the river scented with strange fragrance

The sea-shore integrate with full of crowd.

The bees' wandering flower to flower

Play the most surprising game

As peacock dance awaiting the rain drops

And her joy knew no bounds.

The busy ant collecting his food from here and there

Instead of caring his present situation

In the mean time wind blown away him

And he falls on the river and flows with the clamorous waves.

Giant hot and sun stroke wave up the people's life

Summer sun shocked the waves

These watery waves move into high heaven

And recycled into cold drops

When rushed towards mountain, it drops down as rain drops.

Rainy night covered with dark black shawl

Clouds bombarded as heavy thunder in the lightening night

The boat man crosses the flooded river

And his far away song flows from the other side.

The ant also lunch out through that yellow leaves

Like people get out from the boat.

Nothing is helpless in these worlds

Thy God look after all.

RIVER

Nadee...

And the river’s crisp crawling makes me want to swim

The boatman makes his way on the river

The farmer use her in his field

Does she hesitate why all have used her?

And the bank of the river engraved with Kash Tandi flower

Look alike white lily at the hair of village woman.

When the naughty wind touches them, it swings like waves

And sometimes hide them in the lap of river.

She is very monotone, hilarious, and speedy

Ever since she has changed her path

The heap-of-sand gathers on river bed…

It makes pleasant to his neighbors, who must be benefited using these as fertile

But other falling tears as flooded river destroyed by her severe flows.

River, never mind why she is here

Still she is our well-wisher like our mother.

YODEL…

Nothing Single...

The river mingles with the ocean

And the fountains with the river,

The wind flows in the heaven

With a nice fragrance and sweet emotion,

The waves clasp one another

And the honey bees sting on flower,

The mountains kiss high heaven

Never mind she is alone,

The sunlight clasps the earth

And the sunflower blossom with,

The moonbeams kiss the sea

And the sea happily wave up and down as tides,

No-one in the world is alone

All things are in nature by a law divine.

In one another is being attached

Why not I with you, hey, my Lord?

VOW

Without you what I have…GOD?

Hey, Paramatma…

This endless and infinite number of waves,

Void sky and uncountable stars

Very large earth and unimaginary creatures,

Everything is yours.

What could have with me to give you?

You are sender and I am sent

You are delight and I am delighted

You are known and I am unknown

You are intelligent and I am ignorant

Let me be active to sing your song

Let me energies to offer my prayer to you and everything of mine.

Without you … what I have with me?

FRIENDSHIP***

Dear Friends...!

Friendship is a priceless gift

That we can never buy,

Made of love, trust and care

That cannot fade or die.

Friendship is a passionate gift

That warms with its glow,

Brightening life’s path for us

No matter where we go.

Friendship is a precious gift

That’s always sweet and fair,

Bringing treasures bright as diamond

And happiness (is) to spare.

Friendship is a penultimate gift

That’s never bound within give and take

Encourages propinquity to each other

That is always real and never fake.

Friendship is a perpetual gift

That’s never broken by any flow

Always glitters as old as gold

Whilst man may come, man may go.

“FRIENDSHIP” was published on “Aakash Times” in July-2012 Issue.