Day time

The day brightens the east

 In glowing colours

The birds assemble is feast

 In shining feathers

The dears roam in the west

Gazing at the nest

The birds perk around

On the branches

They fly down to the ground

The dears frown

The sun blazes on the sky

The birds cannot fly

It is not the end of the day

The cattle feed on hay

The night is still away
Where the sea lay

The Sun's rays colour

In pink rays

What do you want more

In the gushing shore
The day brightens the east

 In glowing colours

Man

Man's mansions
Castles he build
It is his fashion
To destroy and rebuild
                                      It touches the sky
                                      Like a cloud of smoke
                                      He need to fly
                                      In balloons to look
Life is mystery
Or a dilemma or doubt
Where is his history
That sways like a cloud
                                    He is in slumber
                                    Inaware he snore
                                    He does not know
                                    His days are numbered
Has he any faith
On God Almighty
Why is he afraid
Of always night
                                                                                                                          (written in 1999)
                                  
                                      

The hunterman

 The bowman aims
 his arrow
At the singing
sparrow
His mind doesn't
wander
Nor does it wonder
his aim should
not miss
From the object does
he look
At night he does
read
The verse book on
the bed
He need not look
for food
He need not work
on days
He is rich and
learned
He is bad and
healthy
To go and hunt
is his game
Not to make name
or fame
The bowman missed
his aim
As a beetle hit
his arm
That saved the
little sparrow
From death as
well hallo
                                                                                                                            (written in-1999)

Morning

Light the lamps
        To welcome the morn
Chant the prayers
        And announce the dawn
Sprinkle the flowers
        On the lawn
Shout the conch shell
        Or the horn
See the Sun's rays
        Thoruth the mist
Listless breeze
        Though do not freeze
Counting the houres
        Give me your hand
To mesh the harvest
         This is a village
For country folk
         By crackling laughter
The maidens flutter
          Let us all sing
And rock the swing
          Light the lamps
To welcome the morn
                               (written in 1999)

The Drummer

Do you murmer
My dear drummer
Do you hammer
Track me the grammer
I am a farmer
Do not know the grammer
I am a roamer
Are you not homer
Are you my lover
Do you drive rover
Give me that flower
My name is fowler..
                          (written in 1999)

Loaf

Sit at the window
Close not the door
Bird on the roof
      Look at the clock
      In that room in the block
      The Sun does look
      At the man with the hook
                                       (written in 1999)

Duty

Do your duties well
Fear not the hell
Don't you hear the bell
Listen to that very well
      The ploughman plods his way
      When the country lay
      He has been busy with hay
      In the month of May
Do not like me nay
Kindly left my way
The Sun withdraw his ray
It is time to pray
       Have you got your pray
       Is it white or grey
       It is time to rain
       To sit on the lawn is vain
                                       (written in 1999)