Millions of dreams had slept
under the debris of modernity,
and they say we are fast
approaching the gates of eternity;
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The Snow Lovers
A Poem by Mukeshkumar Mafatlal Raval
'dedicated to my students....'
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Once I met a drunkard in the way,
he consumes everything as elders say,
Beware of him, he staggers to cheat
and tempts the heart with beauty and wit;
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Thou art not born Dhrutrashtra same,
Not by the eyes, but the mortal game;
Makes thee impotent to behold
And makest thee fool and cold.
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My Darling
When you think I am no more now
and if you are sure about that
do not cry my darling.
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Love me less O lady love me long
Rain all along o lady rain all along
As the earth absorbs but not all the rain
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The mysterious
Waters of Umardashi (a small virgin river in Gujarat, India)
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COME NEXT WINTER, FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS
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Let us experiment
When i come to you
with springs blooming in my senses,
...
unveiling the veil
You carry thousands of curses in eyes
your heart has nothing to cry but sighes,
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whose house is this?
silence crawls on night slowly like bugs
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THE FORBIDDEN MOON
Hidden was there the light bright
The kowledge true, deep and right,
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Literature gives me passion and inspires to live well.Being a teacher of English it has always been my endeavour to give my students the best they shouid get from my knowledge and experience base.Being a nature lover and mountain trekker I love poems too.They are part of my life. Always keeping my eyes open to life and wandering like.. a bee. Sometimes The Goddess of poetry does pay me a visit and I go on....)
Its Not Your Fault, Haiti
Millions of dreams had slept
under the debris of modernity,
and they say we are fast
approaching the gates of eternity;
Many a times the mothers had their lunch
by the flesh of their beloved,
the poor father is always indifferent.
they say that often happened thus
in near and far past.
We have learnt the ways of civilization
the mother is still natural, uncivilized.
Science can never stop an eye shedding tears,
It can never ignite the heart that stopped;
But science has ignited the flame of fury
in the soft, spongy heart of mother;
The mother once smiled when we cried,
Then she always cried when we laughed,
Now its her turn to laugh.
Its not your fault Haiti that
The mother has laughed brutally,
sitting on the debris of modernity....
sitting on the graves of eternity.....
MUKESH RAVAL
Palanpur
India.
Excellent poet... but a heart breaker of a man.