Mother, a triolet

Mother confers the unconditional love.
First lover, first teacher, is the mother.
In veins of child flowing only her blood.
Mother confers the unconditional love.

Has main role and takes all pain to grow,
Enjoy in noshing, self can live in hunger.
Mother confers the unconditional love.
First lover, first teacher is the mother.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

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Who sweated for our food

We eat food daily not giving a thought
how grown in fields, who have sweated.
Get in kitchen simply think, have bought;
we eat food daily not giving a thought.

Farmers grow things by working so hard
just give everything to us, self bear fret.
We eat food daily not giving a thought
how grown in fields, who have sweated.

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Morning tea

Beam of sun rays
enters bed room making its ways
I pull cover over face
beliveing dream, it may

As hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup
and listen 'its ready'
have reason to get up

My heart, my mind
even throat and tongue
as I wake, a cup of tea;
all they demand

Difficulty comes
when she is not there
though I don't miss
get up and myself prepare

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If Law makers are law breakers

At times law makers are law breakers
They enjoy within, let others suffer.

Rule makers keep the rules in pocket
They escape of being its subject
Rules made are not transparent
not implemented too with honest.

In order to ensure law is implimented
truly and honestly.
Bonus punishment should be awarded
if breached by implimenting agencies.

(c) S.D. Tiwari

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Flute - a triolet

Hollow and holes of bamboo played with air.

Most natural, magical, musical instrument.

Makes melodious the complete atmosphere

Hollow and holes of bamboo played with air.

In hands of Lord Krishna, Hindus wish to be flute.

In tranquillity, ears sense celestial experience.

Hollow and holes of bamboo played with air;

Most natural, magical, musical instrument.

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Unity is Strength

There’s a proverb
'United we stand divided we fall'
Ten’s sticks together unbreakable
Can be broken easily if given to all.

Wind easily blows the dust
But cannot move the rock;
Birds trapped in net, united,
Along with net, flew the flock.

As well, If people are united
For valid and right cause,
There can't be any reason
Their efforts will pause.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

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Crossing Fifty

Crossing fifty now,
holding kgs of hundred;
Grey grown head and
glistening forehead.

Climbed peak of hill
now time to slope down;
With several branches
chunky tree is grown.

Putting a step further
at stair of growing old;
Celebrating golden jubilee
fifty years behold.

Amassed the ruggedness,
experience, knowledge;
To surrender to the world
carrying responsibilities.

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Sun's yellow

Sun, s yellow grow,
yellow seedlings green;
Unless present the sun
photosynthesis not seen.

Green leaves change to
yellow in autumn;
Longer goes for rest
shorter present the sun.

Leaves paint landscape
in sun, s presence;
Chlorophyll goes green,
carotenoids orange.

Intensity of the sun
lot to bear on weather;
Land, s wetness goes
human sweats in summer.

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Beauty - a state of mind

Every thing has beauty
Till see the portion of ugly.
Beauty is state of mind
Beauty is what’s pleasing;

Conception, perception
And attraction,
Intelligence, elegance
and emotions,

Beautiful things made
Of the ugly garbage
By systematic and
Symmetric arrangements.

I hate the mud but
Like the statues made of it
I dislike her way of talk
But like smiling lips.

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Sharing tiffin

I love to share with my friends
our knowledge, games and fun.
Whenever we got free time
seek to bask together in sun.

What I liked most in my class
tiffin brought by friends, to share.
Fortuned to get variety of taste and
co-operation in mutual affairs.

I felt her mom, the best cook,
friend described best my mother.
All bakes and cakes we brought
in the school we ate together.

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