TRUTH

How many times I'm told,

of bygone era, days of old.

How many times in my mind,

I said it was hard to find.

Goodness and honesty I've tried,

pitilessly butchered! Oh how I cried.

name and fame without a fight,

buried mercilessly in the night.

How many times I'm told,

of honesty worthier than gold.

Many a times in my mind,

I knew it was not hard to find.

How many times I've told,

take the warmth and give the cold.

Words and actions all the time,

is priceless than a hungry dime.

Prasenjit©1997-2011

TEACHER

The teachers we once had,

loving an caring now no more.

Showed us the good from bad,

we were loved, loved to the core.

Bound to duty they taught us,

and made who we today are.

They cared and made no fuss, we

dared to dream and dreamt to dare.

New class, benches and walls,

would push us thru' the year.

Seasons went till winter falls,

we lads grew and threw out fear.

Prasenjit©1997-2011