Aniruddha Pathak Poems
The Joy Of Giving
Be it no more than a glass of water,
A living walking stick played by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none too hotter;
Or quality time spent with someone old,
Blanket’s warm fold in times forlorn and cold,
In times of need a ready shoulder-hold;
A pair of sleepers to feet walking bare,
Not in loud charity to show you care,
Heart-born feelings when show above false air.
Anything given short of counting ways,
Given to brighten up needy heart’s greys,
To lighten load that too heavily weighs.
Give it ...
Polar winds showing strange, sudden quirk,
Northern world getting a frozen jerk,
Heaven hells to a halt,
Appearing there no alt
But to slow, good old dodge— shirk all work!
A full circle from Global Warming to Global Freeze! For a world
perennially on a rat-race mode, for rush-addicts that can’t relax,
there is a lesson to learn: Slow down and reflect. May be there