An ordinary man with an extra ordinary vision
Knitting his net of dream with bright ambition.
Like a tiny bulbul with a mere straw in beak
Soaring high up in the sky beneath the scorching sun,
Hope to create it's desired nest with one straw entangled others
Making a dream come true in this long run.
I am a dream....let me dream to set up my repose,
I am a worker....let me work until my death,
Be the tale of my endeavor spread at each fold of nest
Resounded by he chant of prudence and faith.
There stands my temple at nature's lap, the evergreen mate,
Where each brick boasts of it's origin through blood and sweat.
Behold the colourful students joyous even in rigid system,
Feel the air here conveying Ramakrishna and Vivekananda's principles,
Think of the followers absorbed in making future generation
And yet to go ahead leaving the burning examples.
Can a dream lose it's way in absence of it's dreamer
When my spouse and siblings lead the dream to eternity?
A fortunate soul I am, observing from my ever slumber
The matured flowers and fruits in my vicinity.
10th December,2010
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