To my Guru

To you my guru

Who taught me to live

A token of gratitude

I need to give

May be it was for this

That I came from afar

Blessed was I to drink

from the ocean of nectar

So beautifully did you

The lessons impart

Never will I forget

Till the day I depart

These years close to four

Was time well spent

Not for a moment

Will I repent

Time spent in self learning

No words to explain this

Hours spent listening

Enraptured, in total bliss.

For back at home

Amid the hectic pace

Maybe I would not have had

The time to inward gaze

These years spent

In inward reflection

I am sure has made me

A better person

These learnings I carry

As I move on

They will stand me in good stead

As life goes on

This is but a small world

I am sure we shall meet

Memories I will cherish

Till the next time we greet.

Thank you for everything

You have given me

With bowed head

I take leave of thee.

Childhood

Childhood a time of innocence
Childhood a time of gifts and presents
Childhood a time of cuddles and hugs
Childhood a time to catch ladybugs
Childhood a time to laugh and play
...Childhood a time to be happy and gay
Childhood a time to learn and enjoy
Childhood a time for mummy’s joy
Childhood a time to play in the rain
Childhood a time of gain no pain

Why is it then that some have none?
Doesn’t every child but deserve one?
In a world torn apart by war and strife
Of guns and cannons, what a life?

Famines, floods and disease
Childhood the worst victims of these
What about man's senseless need?
Do beasts deserve to be called humans indeed?

Time to wake up from personal greed
Time to help childhood in need
If the call of tomorrow we heed
No time better than today indeed.