My Beautiful Goa

Poem Dated: 7.11.92

My beautiful Goa,
With its coconut trees tall,
Swaying in the breeze
Calling out to all

As if it were saying
We are proud to belong
To such a beautiful place
Where you can never go wrong

The beaches of my Goa
With their sparkling water blue
And huge rocks in it
Small ones too!!

And near the sparkling water
There is bright golden sand
Oh! My beautiful Goa,
Oh! My beautiful land!!

The fishermen of my Goa
Humming a cheerful song,
As they go in the deep sea
Taking their boats along

And they return in the evening
With lots and lots of fish
To sell it well in the morning
Is their only wish

And my Goan people
Oh what can I say
So kind, so loving
Merry, cheerful and gay

They call everyone their brother,
And share a cup of "Soro"
And when they are full they say,
"Tu re samko baro"

So my beautiful Goa,
She is a jewel very rare
She is like a paradise on earth
A paradise that cannot be found everywhere.

What has nature taught me?

Poem Dated: 22.9.92

Nature cannot move,
Nature cannot talk
Nature has no hands,
Nor legs to walk

Yet it communicates with us,
It tells us so many things,
Which when we hear,
A bell in our mind rings.

For example the rising sun,
A new hope it does give
To forget all troubles and worries
A new life to live.

And then the tall mountain
So straight does it stand
And even when the worst storm comes
It does not bend.

As if it told me
Whatever be the case,
When the difficulties come
With courage you must face

And the bright moon,
It gives others light
But does not cry or groan
About being alone in the night

Like it told me
Although something we cannot ours make
If we can give it to others
We must, for their sake.

All these messages
Which to me nature told
Are more valuable and precious
Then riches and gold

So my dear friends
When something nature has to say
Listen to it carefully
And use it in the right way.

Mother India

This poem is not dated, but I had written this when I was in Class 9 (So around 1993) as part of a school assignment..

There was a kite once
Stuck in the branches of a tree
Struggling to go up
Struggling to be free

India was this kite
Under the British control
To "Divide and Rule" was
One of their important goal.

The British exploited her
They only wanted to gain
They hurt her, wounded her
They caused her so much pain

Till at last she could not bear
To her children she told
"Come from wherever you are
Free me from the British hold!"

And her children came
From North, south, east and west
To give her injured body
Some coolness,  some rest.

Buddhists, Parsis, Sikhs
Hindus, Muslims and Jains
All of them came
To remove their mother's pains

No matter what their religion was
Wasn't India their mother
And if it was so then
Werent they all brothers?

What was religion now?
When their aim was the same
Was it not to free India
To bring her glory and fame

With these thoughts in mind
They fought shoulder to shoulder
Without any fear or anxiety
They became bolder and bolder

They were not afraid of anything
They were ready to lay their lives
Many mothers lost their sons
And husbands were lost by wives

And because of these sacrifices
On one glorious day
Freedom and independence
At India's feet lay

Everyone was happy
The atmosphere was merry and gay
Hindus and Muslims embraced each other
Happiness was on its way

But this was not for long
For although the British went
They laid the seeds of division
Without the slightest cause to repent.

Soon Pakistan and Bangladesh were separated
And thus Hindus and Muslims divided
This was the fruit of seeds
Which the British had laid

But trouble was not yet over
For in India there were problems too
Hindus and Muslims became greatest enemies
And there was nothing anyone could do.

This trouble is still going on
They are still killing each other
Did they forget what they had said
That they were all brothers?

They fight because of a temple and a mosque
But is not God one?
What does a four sided building matter
That they have to point guns?

They drove away the British because
The British were hurting their mother
Can't they realise now that
Their own crime is no other?

All this killing and murdering
It makes me feel so sad
Can't they have the same unity
Which before freedom they had?

But I know this wont last long
For come what may
A great king in the past has said
"EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY"

So lets wait for the future
With new hopes in our mind
That we will unite, become one
And all these divisions leave behind.

My Family

Poem Dated: 20.7.94

Of the house, he is the head,
of all goodness he is made.
He distinguishes between wrong and right,
He always helps me in my plight.
He tries to make me happy in every possible way,
About him there is only one thing I can say,
That I am so very,very glad,
That he is my own wonderful DAD!!

She's always bustling about the house like a busy bee,
She's always cooking delicious, yummy dishes for me.
When I'm ill she comforts me till my pains heal,
When I'm gloomy or unhappy she makes me better feel.
When I'm hurt or troubled, she feels the pain,
She's like the warm sunshine after a heavy rain.
And I'm proud to say that she's no other,
But my dear, wonderful, darling MOTHER!!

She's the pet of the house,
She's a mischief-maker, a little mouse.
When I'm lonely, with me she plays,
And always tries to make me happy, in her little ways.
When I'm happy, she is glad,
When I'm gloomy, she feels sad.
Can you guess who it might be?
Its my "YOUNGER SISTER", you're right you see!!

He tells me stories of his days,
"Always be kind and good", he says
He thinks I am still a little kid,
But he loves me like he always did
He wants me to have all good things,
My success, to him joy brings.
I love him more year by year
Its my wonderful "GRANDPA" dear!!

These four people are very important to me,
They make up my family you see
From these people, I can never be apart
For they are very close to me, they live in my HEART!!

The Midnight Terror

Poem Dated : 1/12/1991

The clock struck twelve

And darkness was all around

Suddenly I heard a sound

That made my heard to pound

I put my slippers

And went downstairs

The darkness around me

Was enough to give me nightmares

Outside it was dark

To put on my torch I tried

But the batteries had gone,

Now I could have cried

As the gate creaked open,

A chill ran down my spine

I heard a tapping sound

That made me to whine

But I soon found out

That water from the garden tap

Was falling in drops

And was harmless as a cap

Relieved I shut the tap

But it was just too early

For I saw something red,

That made my straight hair curly

I went closer to that red

And saw it was a bucket

Relieved and happy,

I went back to the gate

But my problems were not yet over

For I saw a ghostly figure in white

I was a loose gown

That wasn’t very tight

I started to scream

But no voice came from my mouth

I was terrified and became panicky

But I couldn’t even shout

I stood rooted to the ground

And didn’t know what to do

I couldn’t even scream

Even if I wanted to

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice

That said with concern and care

“Wake up dear, or you’ll be late for school”

Thanks Heaven! It was only a nightware!

The beauty of trees

Poem Dated: 7.1.93

Tall trees swaying in the breeze
How beautiful they look,
Looking at them, old mountain says,
"All the beauty they took"

The green leaves of the trees
Whose rustle when we hear
From our mind disappears,
Restlessness and fear

The colourful flowers of the trees
With their fragrance sweet
Reds,Blues,Yellows, Pinks
Oh, they look so neat

The delicious fruits of the trees
Oh! My mouths starting to water
A nice fruit juice would be a relief
When the sun starts getting hotter

So you see trees are
Not as simple as they seem
I read this poem to one of them
With pleasure it started to beam.

What is Life?

Poem Dated: 29.5.91

And what is this life?
That people talk about
Sometimes they tell me
But I still have a doubt

Is life a fruit to eat
Or is it a flower to smell
Oh what is this life?
Its so hard to tell

Than I hear a voice that says
Life is not a flower to smell
Nor is it a fruit to eat
You can't buy life or sell

Life is a very complicated thing
Which has its ups and downs
Which may sometimes make you smile
But sometimes give you frowns

Some people find it dull
But some have a very high hope
In reality life is like
Climbing a steep slope

At the bottom its easy
And you're eager to climb more
But as you go up it becomes harder
Making you tired and sore

Some people give up easily
But some climb up all the way
And they're the ones who succeed
On one glorious day

So my friends just an advice
Don't let the ups and downs of life stop you
Work hard to reach your goal
Then you can rest all you want to.

My First Love

Poem not dated, but probably written in 1996-97

He was tall, he was dark
And yes, he was handsome
It was love at first sight for me
I could not take my eyes off him

Into his soulful innocent eyes
I could stare all day long
As I saw him each day
My heart would sing a song

The toughest part was yet to come
For I had to convince mum and dad,
I begged and I pleaded and I cried
Used up all the tears I had

Finally they yielded
When they saw I loved him truly
I was overjoyed and thrilled
At last my dream would come true

And the big day came
I could feel the thrill within me
I was the first time in my life,
That I would be having my own - "PET DOGGIE" !!

Grown ups

Poem Dated: 7.11.92

Grown ups! Oh Grown ups!
When will they learn
They're always so angry
Mean and stern

They always tell us to study
And never let us play
While they go for big parties
At home we have to stay

Grown ups! Oh Grown ups!
Why did God make them
Just to ill treat us
As much as they can?

In the exams even if
We get full marks
They will never let us
To play in the parks

Oh God, these grown ups
They're such a bore
Always telling us to study
More and more and .... MORE!!