Mother

From the divinely womb

To reaching the heavenly tomb

Admiring our day to day sights

To sleepless nights

Wiping out drools

To cleaning our stools

Gentle brawls

To protect our crawls

Helping our walks

To slipping shocks

Making us learn

To raise us stern

First day school fear

To leaving us in tear

Josh on school first

To pat on to do best

Early aged widow

To protecting shadow

Educating honesty

To teaching modesty 

Striving for school fee

To covering with delightful glee

Managing our troubles 

To burst those as bubbles

Raising a daughter and a son

To giving them higher education

Finding son ill

To passing indomitable will

Managing society's sting 

To make me live like a king

The sacrifices are too many

Highs, lows not to miss any

Deeds with noble innocence 

How do I recompense? 

Like the bright feather 

How do I thank you enough mother? 

Teachings of a Waterfall

Waterfall:

I come from the gush of the river, 

Jostled by the force

People might walk by and shiver, 

Finding a way to the source. 

I chatter over the vertical drop

Cringing to fall

Neither the pebbles nor the bay side crop

Listens to my call. 

I whine in dismay 

Squeaking a loud scream

Strangled at the eddying bay 

Gushed by the stream. 

I fall from unmeasured height 

I sulk not on any qualm

Designing an enthralling sight, 

I settle quite and calm.

I fall a steep precipice 

Sledging the rocks and stones

For life to be fair and wise

Make the trough drain bygones.

Hill Drive

Hill drive:

Amidst the mountains near,

I woke up for a ride

Being alone to steer

I blinked with none to guide.

White blanket to make me sleep? 

Mist or fog whatever it is named

Driving down steep, 

Nothing makes me tamed. 

I stop by seeing converging trees

The branches dances and sways

My paused drive increase,

Finding myself in heavenly ways.

The chirping of each bird, 

Sounded rhyming and meliflous

Honking the horn was absurd 

Damn, these people are frivolous. 

Dew from the trees, drops on my windshield, 

I tend to use the vipers

Having no vehicles to a distant field

I see my own minute bloopers. 

Having drove frequently the curvy roads, 

I shall be telling this in a sigh

The skill to be stocked in loads

As the risks hidden are high.