Do not ask where I'm bound,
the world a merry-go-round.
Some like fame, some like art,
I follow the road with my heart.
In this life so many lives to live,
with so much happiness to give.
Asked, "What is hard to find?"
A happy man with a happy mind.
Keep others happy as I can,
I guess I'm just a simple man.
We search for peace - its within!
How better we could have been!
Prasenjit©1997-2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
ADDICTED
Am I addicted to you?
Yes I am, its true...
The unending lovely charm,
that I feel amidst your arm.
Your smile like petals bloom,
removing moments of gloom.
You are - as nature changes,
with emotions of all ranges.
Your whisper like jingles ring,
filled with freshness of spring.
Your touch like tender dew,
with time thus renewed anew.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
Yes I am, its true...
The unending lovely charm,
that I feel amidst your arm.
Your smile like petals bloom,
removing moments of gloom.
You are - as nature changes,
with emotions of all ranges.
Your whisper like jingles ring,
filled with freshness of spring.
Your touch like tender dew,
with time thus renewed anew.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
TEACHER'S DAY
They showed us the way,
and taught us not to sway.
They showed us the light,
and taught us how to fight.
Against darkness, evils and all,
to love things big or small.
We flipped through the pages,
got ready for the coming ages.
With strictness, love and care,
we were taught to fight and dare.
Entire life on humility thus spent,
faced many storms but never bent.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
and taught us not to sway.
They showed us the light,
and taught us how to fight.
Against darkness, evils and all,
to love things big or small.
We flipped through the pages,
got ready for the coming ages.
With strictness, love and care,
we were taught to fight and dare.
Entire life on humility thus spent,
faced many storms but never bent.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
PARENTS
Under the shade of this tree,
where a kid grew up so free.
Sky, water were all his friends,
a jolly life with happy ends.
It gave fruits, talked with him,
and he was happy to the brim.
With time the tree grew old,
a friendship worthier than gold.
Stormy winds came with roar,
the tree was thus safe no more.
Once a kid and now a man,
he tried to save all he can.
Leaves fell, branches shrugged,
still he to it happily hugged.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
where a kid grew up so free.
Sky, water were all his friends,
a jolly life with happy ends.
It gave fruits, talked with him,
and he was happy to the brim.
With time the tree grew old,
a friendship worthier than gold.
Stormy winds came with roar,
the tree was thus safe no more.
Once a kid and now a man,
he tried to save all he can.
Leaves fell, branches shrugged,
still he to it happily hugged.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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