Silence

Silence

Silence is the language

which the wise speak

but today we are trapped in a cage

which has made us weak.

What is silence ?

Silence is the sound of the wind

which you hear sitting under

the trees on a night full of stars...

Silence is the sound of water

which you hear sitting near

a gentle stream with flowers all around

and the Sun setting...

Silence is when you see 

the white clouds high above

in the blue sky while

lying on the vast green land...

Silence is not about being quiet,

silence is about being beautiful and pure

from inside and making your soul bright.

Silence is being free, from the core.

-Sargun Saini

Once in a Lifetime

Once in a Lifetime

You be in class one 

just once in a lifetime.

You be of the age two

just once in a lifetime.

You enjoy the ice cream scoops three

just once in a lifetime.

You look through the windows four

just once in a lifetime.

You count your fingers five

just once in a lifetime.

You with your small hands hit six

just once in a lifetime.

You sleep at clock's seven

just in once a lifetime.

You eat the chocolate bars eight

just once in a lifetime.

You make three's square as nine

just once in a lifetime.

You learn the counting till ten

just once in a lifetime.

Don't you do all these things 

just once in a lifetime ?

These were the events of your childhood which came

just once in a lifetime. 

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Let us Welcome the Newcomer

Let us Welcome the Newcomer

The ants are moving,

The grasshoppers are hopping,

The birds are chirping,

The squirrels are playing,

But my dog is sleeping.

The trees are fluttering,

The flowers are dancing,

The leaves are tickling,

The crops are enjoying,

But I am writing.

The water is tinkling,

The Sun is shining,

The peasants are working,

The clock is ticking,

But you are reading.

Let us welcome the newcomer,

Hey ! How do you do Summer ?

That Day of Baisakhi

That Day of Baisakhi

Everybody had gathered there

But who knew what was gonna happen here?

The door closed and the fires started,

Many people's souls departed.
They did not know what the happening was,

But now how could they compensate for the loss ?

Bullets marked the walls,

Now this is how humanity falls.

They jumped in the wells.

They could hear the ringing knells.

The soldiers did not stop a while

Because the General had a malicious smile.

It was the sea of Blood, a Bloody kingdom

Of the thousands whose corpses now lay rotting in the Sun.

What could they do ?

Those coward soldiers, they could not shoo.

My tribute to the martyrs, I pay,

Through this poem, for them, I pray.

Today, let us all pray for the martyrs of the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre on the completion of a century of this incident. May all of them Rest In Peace.

A Unique Person

A Unique Person

Mama, do you know why I love you ?

Not only because you love and care

But because a person like you is rare

And you are the one with whom I can share

my every problem, sadness and happiness.

Mama, do you know why God chose you for me ?

Not only because he knew that you'll do it

But he knew that you'll master it.

And You are cut from a fabric that's made no more,

Mom, you are one in a crore.

A Free Butterfly

A Free Butterfly

She is like you,

She wants to fly free.

She always sacrifices,

She is the fragrance of the family.

Who is she ?

She's a girl,

She has to be free.

As free as a free butterfly,

She has to be.

Understand her, she's not a machine.

As free as a free butterfly, she has to be.