A Midsummer’s night dream

             A Midsummer’s night dream 

                

                 The stars to winkle

                 its eyes in dizziness,

          The silvery moon to Grace the occasion;

          and to spread its aroma around.

                 The sporadic cool breeze

                 to whisper its secrets in melody;

      

                 The misty air which seems like

                  celestial damsel spreading her drape.

     

                  Silently I moved the curtain veils off;

                  Enjoyed it till the dawn.

                  My sleep, I guess, the damsel stole;

                  Until she lifted herself up towards the heaven.

                                       

India, a garden

India is a garden,

Hundred crores are laden.

Different regions and different religions,

Different castes and different colors;

All like the colors of the garden,

All like the flowers of the garden.

Gandhi, Buddha, born in this land,

And I’m proud to live in this sand.

And I have a vision,

A vision with a passion;

About the country’s might

To the Everest’s height

And in this garden let us bloom

To move away the world’s gloom;

And spread our eternal fragrance...