A Leaf from Nature

The arms that bears the sweat
The eyes that look pale
The throat that needs water to drink
Is the man in the field who sees great sights
That resembles divine beauty
On whoose hand sweat flows
And drops on ground
Where seeds are sown by his hand
Where nature smell arouse
When in field he sits and look around
In sublime silence hears only his beat of heart
Is the only man who felt and enjoy divine work of art.

Great Men

Difficulties arouse to those rose,
Who arouse from thorny bush of rose.
Pluck the flower of others ,
Is the duty of brothers.
You pluck thousand,
They bloom ten thousand.
That might be the nature
Of some creatures.
Such was the men
Who became great men.

MEMORIES

Memories which sleep in mind;
When wake tears fills in eyes;
And in faces rises slight smiles
Such mixture of feelings find.
The sight of sunrise and sunset
Which in our journey we see and passby
When remembered makes at once sigh
Yet tears that fills our eyes
Never makes our faces wet
For memories are treasure of one's own
That makes our mind pure in leisure
And life is a journey that must passby with pleasure
To fill new moment's in own treasure.
Like pearls bind in threads
Every day find new moments
To bind in great depths of mind
As every year farwells
"Sweet are the days going
Sweeter will be the rest
Even days gone are sweetest to refresh".