8.FANGS

Wandering travellers, turn your thought

Deluding drugs make you hot

Tipsy words pass your thought

Gloomy moments why your lot?

Liquors pierce poisonous fangs,

Hemps stamp eternal pangs

None but fools join these gangs

Never they think of knell that hangs.

Paths spread with lovely beams

Moments adorned with gentle dreams

Spoil not, the glory, the jewel

Of life and light in your soul.

                                              

7.A PLEASANT JOURNEY

To the village, the serene, the sweet
To my mother's home , the lonely ,the calm
To the riverside where narrow paths meet
To the hills where wind blows warm

A traveler, jubilant, amazed and curious
A blessed pilgrim, a solitaire
Away from city,crowded,so dense
Away from all pressures not fair.




There embraces gentle breeze
Nature spreads green canopy
Birds chirp around, jasmine blossoms
And marvellous rainbows adorn the sky.

There it rains over the fields
Where seedlings of paddy gently grow.
There it snows on the tips of grass
And embellished when sunrays glow.