A Red Rose

A Red Rose

A red rose,
Think you
A red rose,
A red rose
Standing
Before you
As a maiden
Sweet and lovely,
Rosy and smiling,
A maid,
Just,
Just like
A red, red rose
So dazzling and glossy,
Glazy and fast hued
A maiden,
Maiden
Just, Just like a red,
Red rose
And you eyeing,
Eyeing,
Unable to resist
The temptation
Of seeing
Eve.

In the garden of Nature
A rose,
A red rose,
Rose is Rose,
Let it be,
Red Rose,
A girl by name,
The lovely daughter
Nature mam,
Rose,
Red Rose
In its sweetness
And fragrance,
Dazzling hue
And splendid beauty,
Rose,
Red Rose.

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The Golden Oriole

The Golden Oriole

The golden oriole,
How the song of it,
Singing sweetly,
Delighting to our core,
The oriole,
Golden oriole!

How beautiful the bird,
How the song of it,
So melodious,
So mellifluous,
Delighting to our core,
Charming us,
The oriole!

The dream bird
With the dream colour,
The oriole,
Golden oriole
Singing sweetly,
So mellifluously
The sweet bird!

Whistling, whistling from
The bough of the tree,
Perched on
The branches,
The golden singing,
Singing sweetly,
The golden bird of yellow colour.

A God-gifted singer
With a golden voice of own,
The bird yellow and striped
With the head perhaps black
And stripes on the body,
The oriole keeps singing,
Singing in a golden voice of its own.

When it sings, cackles and coos,
Whistles it,
Sweetness falls through,
Breaks upon
The hearer
So mellifluous and drenching,
Tuning so beautifully.

A singer of heart,
It keeps whistling from heart,
Singing so sweetly
The oriole,
Golden oriole,
The golden yellow bird
Perched above.

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Miss Selfie

Miss Selfie

Miss Selfie
Taking a selfie
Herself,
Just for
Her pleasure,
Just for
Her joy,
Sheer joy.

A photograph
Of hers
Or her liking
From her smartphone,
Webcam
To be posted
Via social media,
A photo of hers.

Miss Selfie
With a camera
And she taking
Photos
Just for her pleasure,
For her joy
A photo
Of herself
In different moods
Of hers.

None but she
With a camera
She going
Taking the photos herself
Or asking to take
A photo of hers,
Posing with others
Just for her sake,
Out of sheer joy
Whether you appreciate or not.

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Holi Hain, Bura Mat Mano, Holi Hain

Holi Hain, Bura Mat Mano, Holi Hain

Holi hain, bura mat mano, Holi hain,
It’s Holi, take it not bad, it’s Holi,
The revellers saying and going
With the dust and colour,
Ashes and powders,
Holi hain, bura mat mano, Holi hain,
It’s Holi, take it not bad, it’s Holi,
The revellers looking ghosts,
The cheeks turned black, green, red, pink,
Blue and violet-coloured,
The revellers looking ghosts
Shouting in delight and going
With dust, mud, water and powder
Whatever is available,
Pausing the strangers, passers-by
And smearing with, pouring over
Coloured waters,
Foreigners too appalled to see
The Holi revelries
Full of colour and delight
With the Falgun winds doing the rounds
With the pollens of flowers writ around,
Holi hain,
Bura mat mano, Holi hain.

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A WISH

A WISH

One very sunny beautiful day,
Wonderful flowers, being warmed by sun rays,
Lived within the lucky heather, a very tiny family,
At the bottom, with amazing blossoms of the magic apple tree,

Great difficulty, walking through the tall blades of grass,
This tiny family of leprechauns were looking very very sad,
So i cut the grass short enough to stop them getting mad,
They danced around and sang a tune, they were very very glad,

They each picked a dandelion one o’clock, held up very high,

Wearing tiny green hats, waistcoats, and a little white tie,
They danced all around in their shiny black shoes,
In leprechaun language they sang a magic tune,

 

Then all of a sudden one came right up to me,
So i knelt down, how cute!, on his shoulder his own pet bee,
He gave me the one o’clock and said, we call them a wish,
Then said thank you, smiled, and on my cheek he left a tiny kiss,

He gave me a hug, giggled and went back to his family,
Formed a circle, then started to sing a lot more quietly,
They all held their wishes, ready to blow,
So i did the same and went with the flow,

One word was spoken, and they all stopped singing,
As soon as they were directed by the leprechaun king,
They all closed their eyes, made a wish and then blew,
So i followed along and made my wish too,

Millions of tiny one o’clocks floated high into the air,
The wind carried them further with lots of care,
The leprechauns cheered and gave each other hugs,
Even the butterflies, bees and other bugs,

All with smiley faces, they began singing again,
Skipping with joy, playing a happy game,
Everyone gave me a wave and blew me a kiss,
As they all danced off into the magical mist.

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New Year Is Coming, I Think You Will Look New, Oh, No, O Maddie, What Are you, I Am The Same Man!

New Year Is Coming, I Think You Will Look New, Oh, No, O Maddie, What Are you, I Am The Same Man!

The new is coming,
I think,
You will appear to be new!,
Said he.

Hearing it, replied he,
Oh, no,
Yare Paglei,
I shall not,
I am the same man
Whom saw you yesterday!

Oh, no,
Just the time will be new,
I am the same man,
You the same one,
But we taking it anew, afresh,
My friend!

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