Sachin Tendulkar

We liked cricket because of a man,

Who piled up runs where

We piled up pride

We cheered his tons

We cheered his runs

He shouldered hopes of billions,

He shouldered hopes of nation

We can’t believe he is a man,

We call him God of cricket

Records beaten time to time

He changed with game and modern times

He stands for the game in troublesome days

He has to call it a day

His glory never fades for centuries that come

failure an un wanted friend

success is flying bird, but

failure , a following shadow

failure ,an unwanted friend

 and  you pilots success

go away from us,

 give  a way for us

you enters as shock

 you tastes bitter,

friend, let us alone

your ugly face makes

our face gloomy

yet , I know you will come again

you want nothing, you give nothing

 you made us fools

you, a friend of thousands

 who don’t love you

you can follow us

but can’t  catch us

until we stops.

By Nidheesh Varma Raja U

PERFECTION

perfection is an unfinished work of god

It is a never ending journey

from birth to death

why we bother 'perfection'

 you can’t finish unless you start

you  are inching closer  in each step

each step is success , least a good move

failure can’t demolish you but may disturb

it is  good to have something than nothing

If born to a mother,

man will never be perfect

but we can be better

you cant choose to be perfect

perfection never exists…so does  worst

perfection is an imagination

mud water, perfect at desert

stale food , perfect  at famine

young men seems perfect for old men

old men perfect than no men

an old hut , perfect at forest

just enjoy your existence

work for better not for perfection

BY: NIDHEESH VARMA RAJA U

Love

a word with four letters
 used ,misused and abused
yet most meaningful ever..........
it's free but for exchange of love
it's  bloodily or selfish sometimes
it brings spring, ends drought
it  glues you to this world
a reason for life and miseries
too costly for some...
too silly for some..............
it never be bore, that's why
it is praised in holy texts
to third grade novels
like God it is in your heart
it inspires poets and artists
it is the theme for all arts
it can't be made in labs
heart has a monopoly
it heals pain and wounds
it makes you man unless a stone

BY NIDHEESH VARMA RAJA U

GANDHI, THE GREAT SOUL

He was never a God man

He was never a King Khan

He was never an orator

Never a writer or sports star

Never at the helms of power

Yet he earned the hearts of Indians

Yet he fought the British, the powerful

Not a friend with gun and sword

Not a friend with religious mads

Yet people follow him, not in Face Book

But in real world having no Net

His struggles were novel to world,

They seemed foolish,but worked well

All at powers  were against him

The British, the communist, and many indians

His ideas reached the illiterate,

Through hearts and soul

His ideas reached the scholars

Through restricted press

He won a mission

Alas! he was killed by an Indian

Alas! he was blamed by Indians

Einstene was right ,we cant

Believe such a man was here

We still doubt him, what a pity!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Mother India

Oh my mother India….

You have billions of Childs

I am one among them

You are here for thousands of years

But you still young and fertile

You have children who die for you

You have children who betrays you

You love them all you feed them all

You cant hate them even they do

You have hopes even they don’t

You are in agony when they fight

Great in the past, slave in the past,

But we will make you great again

You are lady of maternity

You are a lady of power