Things work out

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t,
Because men do what they often shouldn’t,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work out.

Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we’d like to play-
Some of us whimper along life’s way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles work out all right.

Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long-
Some of us whimper that life’s all wrong.
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to work out all right.

For in spite of the whiners coming about

Somehow it seems things work out

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This is Halloween :~

The corpse that walks, its solemn line. The vampire stalks, finds blood to dine. The werewolf howls at the silver moon. His human form what’s showing at noon. The mummy’s cries of pain and loss. His wraps that smell of must and moss. The witch that flies, upon her broom casting curses and spelling doom. The black cat scurries, hisses and claws through the graveyard walks his paws. The dark lord has risen, Evil in his gene. Tis’ the fest of the dead This is HALLOWEEN !!

No one

Don’t be like a tree, so simple and straight because they’re cut first

Don’t be like a fox, cunning and trickery because they’re hunted first

Don’t be like a bullet, Swift and hard hitting because they’re dodged first

Don’t be a Shy, reticent and hermit because they’re bullied first

Don’t be a overconfident, prideful and cocky because they’re overpowered first

Don’t be a diffident, low and timid because they’re broken first

Don’t be anyone

BE LIKE NO ONE !!

The countryside

Big netted leaves falling from tall Saag trees,
Walking with me on a curvy road,
Slowly disappearing into the hills,
Cool breeze and the bluebird that sing along,
The bells in a cow’s neck grazing by,
A black korku kid dancing on its tunes,
His mother washing clothes on the river,
As the water played with little white stones,
The lush green wheat fields spreading across horizons,
And the yellowish huts below the blue skies,
An old man calls me and offers some rotis,
No ,Thank you Sir, But I’ve got miles to cover,
Till I meet the chilly cold night !

Home

Some homes are quiet, polished, neat
But one I know is far more sweet
Where tiny smudges on the wall
Tell of fingers dear and small.
Where toys are sometimes strewn about
And doors are banging in and out.
Where little children play and sing,
And laughter’s often heard to ring…
The home I love is filled with noise
Of happy little girls and boys!

Dad

I can’t tell you about my dad coz I’ll run out of words,
And even to try to do it will be simply absurd.
Big chest and hard muscles, you stood very tall,
Defending my dreams and goals like a wall.
Writing on my website or playing on my guitar,
Nothing can I do to describe how great you are.
A coach, a teacher, a guardian and what not,
You’re my everything and I love you a lot.
Having you around me makes my life a fit,
I am very much grateful to you but I just can’t show it.
Wearing your heart on your sleeves so I can see through
And a very true friend on which I can stand to.
God combined these qualities and there’s nothing more to add
A masterpiece was complete and was called dad