A field of flowers-A poem

A host of flowers stretches down the horizon,

With pinks, whites, and reds,and yellows fair!

The senses reel with scents so rich in the air!

Nodding,  smiling  and  waving in  the  wind,

They  promise  a  life  awash  with fulfilment!

A  feast rich  for  those  who  pause  to  rest!

The  cup which overfills  with  nectar  sweet,

Calls  to  them  to take a sip,that they might

Find a  bountiful life filled with joy ‘n’ grace!

While  some sip from  the red  cup,  others

Sip  from the  yellow, while  some  sip  from

The  pink cup. All satiated  lie  intoxicated!

The butterflies dance , the bees buzz, and  birds

Sing!  The whole  world  feasts. The table’s  laid,

A  treat  aplenty, for  those who   deign to tarry!
 

The scent of bergamot and cinnamon sharp,

Entwine  with the  scent of  Jasmine smooth,

To   send   sweet   dreams   to  tired  minds!

While  flowers  bloom,  and  dreams  realise,

A  wish fulfilled, and  victory  near, of  lovers

Won and babies born! The world celebrates

Of  birth  and  joy!  And  you and I sing aloud!

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Vortex

That  year the roar of  the Lion of Judah was lost forever,

In  its place came the rumble of despots of different kind,

Who  unleashed  the dogs  of war on an innocent people

Of a nation suffering from famine. “The  Revolution,” they

Said, “was because of the Famine,” but famines still exist!

While  Terror Red roamed the streets,  like    vultures    ready,

The   Mothers   hushed  their wailing children, lest the Dergue

Should   hear  and  break   open  the doors!  The   Walls  had

Ears,  and you   watched  your  tongue,  lest  they heard  you!

The   young,   hearing    motherland   call,  joined  the    militia,

To   train with  wooden sticks for  guns! They punched the  air,

And  cheered  aloud, and  went to  fight  a  battle  never  won,

While Despots  ruled a Nation suffering  from famine ‘n’ shame!

While   the nation   suffered  from  further war   and   draught,

The despot   collected gold and silver!  The nation shivered in

Greater    fear,   as   E.P.L.F.  and  T.L.F.  further   advanced,

And   Migs    poured   napalm,   while   hungry children wailed!

For  I sing  a song of  all  those  lost,  in  a  reign  of  fifteen

Years,  of  terror  and madness  sheer! For,  after the reign

Of  lions, came  Hyenas  and despots    who unleashed  the

Dogs  of war on  the  innocent  suffering  from famine harsh!

And so is my song of a Nation of milk and honey, of emperors

Great, sucked  into a vortex of pain and  suffering,  as despots

Collected  gold and  Silver.  For  such  was the  reign of  terror,

It  cowed  down  a  nation  suffering from draught  and  famine!

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An Indian Bride

 She sits with head bowed ,

A bashful bride,a princess fair,

Hennaed hands with bangles fair,

With Red and White and silver  shine!

Pearls of tears  down a face so fair

Adorn an angel oh so fair!

As parents shed tears so free,

The groom’s friends dance, with joy and glee,

So she sits with hennaed hands,

A bashful bride, a princess fair!

A winsome face that fills with joy,

The heart of one so full of pride!

A bashful glance she casts towards,

A groom so fair, so filled with pride,

With hennaed hands and bangles fair,

A treasure-trove for a groom so fair,

While parents shed their tears so free,

Of life to end and life to start!

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Mrs. Helen Smart's visit to the St.Thomas School, Jagadhri - A warm note by the Principal-Rodrick Rajive Lal

Mrs. Helen Smart, a guest from St.Mark’s Parish in Derbyshire, England on a mission with a commitment to strengthen the on going Partnership Link between the Diocese of Delhi, CNI and the diocese of Derbyshire visited us on the fifteenth and sixteenth. She was welcomed in the St. Thomas School on the fifteenth by the Principal, Mr. Rodrick Rajive Lal and some teachers. On the sixteenth she was welcomed formally during the school assembly. I handed over a Stole to her, and Mrs. E.Y. Masih gifted her a memento on behalf of the St. Thomas School Jagadhri.After attending assembly in the school, Mrs. Helen Smart was taken on a tour of the school and she had a lively interaction with students and teachers.

 

Mrs Smart is flanked by the Principal, Mr. Rodrick on her left

 

Mrs. Smart is flanked on her left by the Principal Mr. Rodrick Rajive Lal

                  

                    

 

The tour of the school was followed by a visit to the C.N.I. Mission Hospital, Jagadhri, where Mrs. Helen Smart was welcomed by Dr. Cecil Harrison and his wife, Dr. Naina Harrison.

 

 

After visiting the Mission Hospital, Mrs. Helen Smart visited the C.N.I. Christ Church, and then I along with Mrs. Masih, and Mrs. Vinod Sharma took her on an outing to the Assan Wetlands, and the Dakh Pathar picnic spot. We all had a nice time on the outing, and were able to see so many migratory birds in a natural setting with so much natural beauty! I am sure by the end of the outing, Mrs. Helen Smart would have been thoroughly exhausted but absolutely thrilled!

                                 

I am sure that when she returns to England, she will have a lot of wonderful things to tell the Parishioners of St. Marks Church! I would like wish her on behalf of the St. Thomas School all the best in her future endeavors and hope she carries warm greetings from this wonderful missionary school to her Parish!

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A walk on the Path of Life-A Poem

I take a walk on the  path of life,

The morning still with all asleep!

My silent foot falls all the way,

While dogs lie curled and leaves don’t turn!

The cold wind blows, a silent whisper,

Of things to be and things long past.

For none may be to share your walk,

But a cold cold Morn where leaves don’t turn!

I draw my collar close to me, a cold-cold

Wind draws a shiver,  my silent foot falls

All the way! Nor friend nor foe greet me by,

As I walk the  path of life!

The pregnant stillness of Morn clamps down,

A world asleep with dreams a-piece!

For comfort be where togetherness be,

While dogs lie curled and leaves don’t turn,

Sometimes they greet you with miles of smiles,

But sneer at you once they’re done,

Hungry wolves out for kill, wait with baited breath,

While silent foot falls pass them by!

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