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Playing A Host For You

Last night I had a sweet dream, a dream of all times,
It lasted for hundreds of seconds or as I would like to believe
That it was lingering like the moon even after the dawn.
My dream still floats on mind like a feather.
Here it is… MY DREAM AS IT IS TOLD TO YOU.

In the dream dear friends, you may know for a change
I played the role of a very shy host with a small smile
And all of you my poet friends, were my guests from far off lands
Or most of you perhaps came from the lands beyond our hills.
I had not invited all of you, but they too came, A BIG 'THANK YOU'.

I made dishes of no known lands for you.
The powder of wheat and barley I used,
I mixed them with chilly, ginger and salt.
I cut for you bitter gourd, lentils and cabbage
And cooked my mix till you all came!

No dates, no eggs; nor their parents
No salmon; nor sardine too,

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poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Remember To Remember

when life feels like its taking forever
...
remember to remember
day by day
if feels as if nothing has changed
but when you look back
everything is different.

remember to remember
that if right now...
this second
life feels as if its taking forever.

remember to remember...

tomorrow it will feel like lifes passed you by.

poem by Shivani Kumar
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I Asked God

“When I Asked God for Strength
He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face

When I Asked God for Brain & Brown
He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve

When I Asked God for Happiness
He Showed Me Some Unhappy People

When I Asked God for Wealth
He Showed Me How to Work Hard

When I Asked God for Favors
He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard

When I Asked God for Peace
He Showed Me How to Help Others

God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted
He Gave Me Everything I Needed.”

poem by Shivani Nalkar
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School- My Palace

For me school is a palace,
with teachers excelling in solace,
School is a sapling of wisdom and wealth,
known for not burdening us to death,
It is a place of fun, frolic and fiesta,
along with anger, enemity and siesta,
A school is a temple of learning,
the beginning of man's earning,
A school is like a kaliedoscope of exploring,
which set Einstein and Curie pondering,
It is the hub of future excellences,
with a wide variety of references,
It is a house where Friends and teachers meet,
making the atmosphere full of excitement and discreet,
School is always the best,
for the present and future to rest.

poem by Shivani Pillai
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Lost in nature

Today
I'm sitting here in the Nature
and i'm
lost in its beauty
and in its silence
and in the serenity
and in its simplicity.
.
I'm
lost in the winter chilling breeze
lost in its swiftness
.
lost in the twirling mountains
lost in its unimaginable heights
.
lost in the blue oceans
lost in its fatal depth
.
lost in the moving birds
lost in the freedom they share

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poem by Shivani Misra
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Blind Trust

Blindfoled I trust
so blind
even to what i see,
But blind trust
It's not kind -
it pierced through me.

poem by Richa Mehta
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The evolution of consciousness culminates in an all-inclusive consciousness that functions in the context of the infinite and the eternal.

quote by Phiroz Mehta
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Contentment

Content is he
Has tasted success?
Hey!
Success- desire for more,
More, more and more,
No end to this more
More,
Where is this more?
Ponder
Search finds no shore.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Sense

Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
Is civic sense.
Embedded with moral sense
Inject sense
In this universe
Oozing with nonsense.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Alms

Yes
Today
I will
Give her alms
But only
If she asked
Which she always did
Mysterious cruelty
Not a single glance
As she passed
Hands full of alms
No
Alms full of hands
Yes, My, My hands.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
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