Munindra Misra, 23 december 2011
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Give to eat mare some meat,
Leaves for lion - its freak,
Water for the parrot to dwell,
Air for the fish - it is hell.
[19]
Precious are the things that be,
Prized by and of true utility,
Water for fish, parrot for air,
Meat for lion, leaves for mare.
[20]
Extracts from 'A Fairy's Tale' - (Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 23 december 2011
Peace - overcoming evil with good be,
Peace - overcoming falsehood with truth be,
Peace - overcoming hate with love clearly,
Peace - in hearts and minds of people be.
For Peace - love and sacrifice for it readily,
For Peace - strive to build it unhesitatingly,
For Peace - shun war understandingly,
For Peace - strive and work for it earnestly.
The more man sweats for the humanity,
The less he bleeds in war of societies,
Peace through peaceful means achieved be,
In nuclear age Peace the way of survival be.
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 23 december 2011
A dog to vomit does turn,
As fool to folly but returns,
The wise err and learn,
Gaining from each burn. [29]
- Extracts from 'Aim Of Life' (Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 22 december 2011
The three around the fire sitting,
Gossiping of Life and its doings,
Reached a point thought provoking,
Of their journey and life prevailing. [1]
CHILDHOOD:
“Please do not leave me at this time,
Youth, do take me in your prime,
For I an entertainment will but be,
With playful antics in life’s journey.” [2]
YOUTH:
“No! You can not accompany me,
As struggles exist in my journey,
Your playfulantics will but not be,
In my stride of any necessity.” [3]
When on Youth tiredness grows,
Childhood memories do then glow,
But Old Age with its aged face,
Now stares at Youth in this race. [4]
OLDAGE
“Of no use it be to remember him,
You move ahead now in this game,
Childhood once gone never returns,
Forget Childhood - Love me in turn. [5]
Struggling ahead as you had moved,
Your tiredness now I shall remove,
Come on my lap relaxingly do lie,
And sleep with my pleasant lullabies.” [6]
Thinking of Childhood - its payful taps,
The Youth now lies in Oldage’s lap,
Who caressing with weak trembling hands,
Sings cradle songs of eternal sleep grand. [7]
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 22 december 2011
War – fear cloaked in courage be,
War – a solution can never ever be,
War – but an aggravator surely be,
War – but murder in uniform only be.
War – a repeal of principles of virtue be,
War – a breeding ground of all vices be,
War – days of harvest for the devil be,
War – a means of peace can not be.
War – not an adventure ever be,
War – but a disease clearly be,
War – interlude during peace be,
Or peace – interlude during war be?
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 22 december 2011
Creation with Destruction quarrelling one day,
And with sheer annoyance did but say,
“You always do be the cause of my ruin,
Unendingly persisting till all you do ruin.” [1]
And Destruction replied at that time,
“But what I do - you should not so mind,
Without destruction no creation be,
Without me you be ever lost in eternity.” [2]
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 19 december 2011
As the Hunter reached its side,
And looked down with full pride,
He exclaimed with joy begot,
How well his target he had got. [1]
The shot deer in throes of death,
Moaned in his last few breaths,
`Understand nature and eternity,
Brother - Just once the target you be.’ [2]
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 19 december 2011
From the dawn of birth,
Till the eve of death,
From child birth’s cry,
Till man’s death sigh. [1]
Man’s ego rules his mind,
Emotions that he can’t bind,
Fooling himself – all’s sublime,
But that clasp of Death – Its Divine. [2]
Lo how foolish man can be,
What’s definite not think he,
Except of life – its jubilees,
Its sorrows and its miseries. [3]
Death – but that is a certainty,
With ever step approaches he,
But thinking only of supremacy,
Unconquerable as though be he. [4]
Man is born with a cry,
And in lifetime that flies,
He succeeds where others tried,
But with a groan he does die. [5]
Birth and death are much alike,
Two shores of a river’s flight,
As the dawn with its sunlight,
And the dusk approaching the night. [6]
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 19 december 2011
Hatred goes not by hatred,
Violence not by violence,
Disappear hatred and violence,
By love, understanding, non-violence.
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
Munindra Misra, 18 december 2011
The world, the din, the time, the kin,
In our days are a sin,
Love’s condemned and not true,
A farce for sex, a laugh at You. [1]
Simplicity is a crime,
Frauds and liers are divine,
Sex is worshiped, live not true,
Cheat be cheated our motos new. [2]
Love is lost - so dear to You,
And lovers are but a few,
‘Cause they know that live if hell,
As customs are but their cell. [3]
The lies, the crime, the evil ways,
Are the paths of our days,
We love our neighbour as love’s not true,
And hate the others cause they do too. [4]
(Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra
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