If horses had wings..

January,2012 at IIM Indore

If horses had wings,

It would have been easy to fly,

Fly so high to reach the beautiful sky.

Sky which is full of birds and colourful kites,

It would have been so exciting to see the sights.

Flowers smiling all over,

I can see children going home when their school is over.

Boys playing in ground,

I can hear their celebration sound.

Sound which is full of joy,

As if baby has got her favourite toy.

I wish I could fly and see the whole world,

Only if horses had wings.

Nishu's world

4th May,2010 Gurgaon

The great summer vacations arrived,

And little Nishu was free at home.

He was feeling bore,
So Mummy gave him a bag full of books to explore.

Nishu opened his poem book,
It had lot of colorful pictures,

That gave it a wonderful look.

Watching the aero plane photo,

Boy got excited and fell trapped to imagination,

Just to fly in skies so high.

He saw high white mountains,

Covered with lot of snow chains.

He wondered who eats all this ice,

He was so tiny in front of that massive size.

He closed his eyes,

To go deep into the seas,

Where he met so many beautiful sea friends.

Star fish welcomed him,

Sea horse waved to him.

There were no verbal talks,

But they all cracked lot of jokes.

He did not want to end this journey,

Which was difficult to get free.

He went to garden,

He saw smiling flowers,

He experienced little showers.

Then he moved to orchards,

Mangoes ,oranges, apples and grape vines.

There was all with so much shine.

Mangoes were so sweet and grapes so sour,

But Nishu wanted more and more.

So much comfort and so much fun,

It was enough to beat the scorching sun.

He just laid there and felt lazy,
He wondered why the world is so hazy.

Why we cut trees when they are so nice,

We can easily play ais pais (hide & seek).

He swayed with hanging branches,

He climbed the trunk,

There was no fear of flunk.

Bang! suddenly he fall down from bed,

Just to see Mummy standing in front of him.

“Oh Mummy it was so beautiful " cried Nishu,

“Yes my darling it was” said Mummy.

Nishu had his lunch and went to sleep ,

He was ready again to go so deep.

Deep into the world of imagination,

Full of colors and fascination.

The little street girl

02/08/2009,Gurgaon.

Please give me one rupee cries the little girl,
She has lost all her smile and hair curl.

She starts the day begging on the street,
It’s a hard ask on a little soul to make both ends meet.

She has no slippers in her feet,
Her innocent face shows she has faced a severe cheat.

Yes,she has been cheated by her parents,
Who have given her birth but no clothes,no food,no shelter but life full of shatters.

She hardly has anything to cover her frail body,
But yes she wears a look of poverty.

Poverty fails to hide her cuteness,
Her voice fully supports her innocence.

Her eyes possess a question,
A question which has no answer to mention.

She moves from book stall to food junction,
Though it is too sunny but she has no fear of skin complexion.

Destiny has made her so strong,
She looks at life just like a beautiful song.

Instead of writing alphabets on a slate,
Her tiny hands carry flowers and Goddess’s photo on a plate.

She struggles to hold the plate with one hand,
But manages superbly to beg with other hand.

From bus stand to temple she keeps on moving to and fro,
But no one is touched by her condition and sorrow.

She even don’t know the difference between joy and sorrow,
Because she has to do the same work today and tomorrow.

There is nothing new to her,
She has to beg to feed her.

After much wandering and the crunch,
She manages to have her lunch.

Her lunch often consists of temple’s offerings,
She has no choice but to accept with all her sufferings.

The day begins to end,
And the Sun begins to set.

She begins her hunt to have dinner.
People just stare at her as if she is a big sinner.

She have few biscuits and a cup of tea,
Which are a result of her constant plea.

To her Sun rising is time to hold a plate,
And Sun setting is time to find a place.

A place which is sometimes steps of temple,
Or the place where people gamble.

A place where she can sleep,
To lost in the dreams so deep.

Where she can forget herself,
And the world around her.

Night is the only time when she gets some rest.
This is the time when she sinks to the bottom of rest.

She gets up with the beautiful sound of birds chirping,
But this new morning only seems to her as a time to start begging.

Please give me one rupee cries the little girl,
She has lost all her smile and hair curl.