Early in the morning,

Early in the morning, the earth seems to be lost in a reverie deep,

And most menacing mortals are asleep.

The birds start chirping, the dogs start barking,

And a benign breeze keeps blowing.



Early in the morning, ferns and flowers are draped in due drops,

And silence surrounds homes and haunts, shambles and shops.

The air is free from smoke and smog,

And everything is enveloped in a freshening layer of fog.



Early in the morning, machines and man-made structures,

And also, their callous creators, seem to be one with nature.

There is no noise of either mirth or mutiny,

And the world seems to be in perfect harmony.

Rhymee Rhapsody

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Once upon a time, in a village called ‘Melody',

Lived a boy called Rhymee Rhapsody.

He loved music, dance and poetry,

And was certain that becoming a singer, was his destiny.



All the people that Rhymee met,

Had to bear his ‘singing' talent.

Melodians ran away whenever they saw him coming,

For nobody liked Rhymee's untrained singing.



Rhymee's poor parents didn't have enough money,

To send him to a music academy.

He was trained to become a motor mechanic instead,

That was how the aspiring singer started earning his bread.



Despite many remarks scathing,

Rhymee never stopped singing.

Years of practice, improved his voice quality,

And listening to trained singers, developed his sense of melody.



One day a well known musician came to his workshop,

And Rhymee's singing impressed him a lot.

The musician needed a singer for the national radio,

So he invited Rhymee to his recording studio.



Resolute Rhymee was rewarded for his grit,

The radio show was a huge hit.

Soon he became the star, he aspired to be

And people loved listening to Rhymee Rhapsody



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Examination

The frightening finale of every academic session,
Is the savage ceremony called ‘Term End Examination’.
One can complacently contemplate a fine future,
By puking memorized data on paper.

Students suffer from immense stress and anxiety,
When examiners assume the role of God Almighty.
These sleep deprived and underpaid divinities,
Evaluate students’ retention capacity and decide their destiny.

Why care about understanding and knowledge,
When you just need to swallow and vomit unadulterated bookish garbage.
This complicated content, is magnanimously accepted and rewarded by our erudite examiners,
Who make toppers out of expert crammers.

Marks decide one’s future to a large extent,
Low grades have often throttled the hopes of many young talents.
This harrowing system of examination,
Is not meant for those with a vivid imagination.

Useless cramming machines, occupy responsible positions,
Why not? They have all the requisite qualifications.
The deserving degreeless, quietly do their work and take orders,
While the ivy-leaguers enjoy all the honours.

That a person’s intelligence, competence and knowledge gained,
Can be assessed by a written test, remains a mystery unexplained!
Yet every year examinations are conducted,
And many suicides committed.

Madame Jealousy

Manipulative and menacing Madame Jealousy,

Is filled to the brim with hypocrisy and insecurity.

She is a regular trespasser in most relationships,

Causing profound pain by ensuring harrowing hardships.



In this modern materialistic world,

Madame Jealousy’s impact has increased manifold.

That foes outnumber friends, is the modern man’s lame lament,

The truth is, Mr. Money’s offsprings have mercilessly mutilated Mr. Moral’s descendents.



Madame Jealousy messes with all the nations,

She causes rift amongst followers of different religions.

Famous for fomenting racial tension,

Her favorite word is ‘disintegration’.



Madame Jealousy is particularly fond of glitz and glamour,

So she always accompanies the accomplished, in all her splendor.

These people (the accomplished) are obsessed with power and position,

Staying on top is their sole obsession.



Madame Jealousy meddles with every hard working person,

In fact, she is the mother of ‘Corruption’.

A fervent fan of the cunning conspirer,

Together they kill the honest worker’s zeal and fire.



When Madame Jealousy creeps into a family,

Rivalry replaces revelry, leaving no room for peace or harmony.

Siblings sharing the same roof,

Turn foes and prefer remaining aloof.



Lovelorn Madame Jealousy always interferes in matters of the heart,

Causing misunderstandings and forcing lovers to part.

Her own loneliness prevents her from letting people unite,

The lovers’ sorrow gives her immense delight.



If only we could love one another unconditionally,

Accept each other and live a life of dignity,

Miserable Madame Jealousy will accede defeat,

And Madame Humanity will willingly take that vacated seat.

The Indian Cricket Team

Cricket is the game that brings together the whole of the Indian nation,

In this country it is often hailed as a religion.

Our cricketers, rarely, if ever, perform well abroad,

But, in India, they are treated like demigods.

Hockey is our national game,

Yet our cricketers enjoy all the fame.

Whenever there is a cricket match, people are glued to their television sets,

But how much time do our gods devote to practicing in the nets?

Busy with their ego clashes, disagreements and endorsements,

Little do they care about their spectators’ sentiments.

Cricket, is known as the gentleman’s game,

But the match fixing scandals, have given it a bad name.

Winning and losing are a part of life,

Agreed, but, I think, for excellence, we must always strive.

The problem is that our players don’t lose gracefully,

They lose heart and give up very easily.

Well trained, highly paid, fully grown men,

Play such cricket that they are ridiculed even by our children.

For all the time that we devote to watching them, we only want a little bit of entertainment,

And they give us nothing but disappointment.

Roaring lions in their own backyard,

Can’t remember the last time they registered a convincing victory abroad.













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Corruption in India

The biggest boulder in the path of a country’s development, is Corruption.

It symbolizes the modern man’s decadence and degeneration.

In a world where wealth seems to matter the most,

The Corruption Virus, finds many a willing host.

It involves the abuse of power, position and influence,

To spread all manner of malevolence.

Who would dare to be a whistleblower?

In a country, where the corrupt seem to have all the power.

There is no transparency, at any level of Indian bureaucracy,

And Indians have become famous for their black money.

Corruption in India, has become a favourite topic of the jealous world’s discussion,

It is seriously affecting our country’s credibility and reputation.

Unless each individual makes a conscious attempt to be honest,

There is no real use of rhetoric, rage or protest.

Corruption cannot be curbed by any legislation,

The only solution seems to be moral rejuvenation.