A Humble Soul With Mighty Heart

Draped in homespun, pure and bright khadi,

He walked the earth, a beacon of the night.

A simple soul, with wisdom deep and vast,

A leader born, a hero of the past.

With every step, a silent revolution's birth,

Igniting hearts, awakening the earth.

A frail frame, yet iron-willed and strong,

He challenged empires, righting every wrong.

Through non-violence, he painted hope's bright hue,

A master strategist, a visionary true.

With hunger strikes, a weapon sharp and keen,

He shook the world, a silent, mighty scene.

A man of peace, a lover of all kind,

A gentle soul, a noble heart and mind.

His legacy lives on, a shining, guiding star,

Inspiring dreams, both near and far.

Though time may pass, his spirit will endure,

A timeless hero, forever pure and sure.

In every heart, his memory resides,

A beacon of hope, a source of pride.

Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul

 

Universal God of Love

In the gentle morning light, a quiet thought takes flight,

Of a power beyond all, a truth shining bright.

Not bound by walls or rules, or any creed,

The God I seek lives in hearts that truly lead.

Beyond labels and divisions, beyond every line,

In every soul, that power divine.

Flowing in rivers, on mountain's peak,

In every breath, in warmth and light, ever unique.

Not confined by names or places, or time's swift flight,

Moving through sunlight, a beautiful sight.

A spirit that touches every land,

No boundaries to hold, no limits to command.

In children's laughter, in friendships strong,

A love that endures, all life long.

He sees through each face, near and far,

In peaceful moments, beneath every scar.

In life's busy rush and the quiet night,

A guiding presence, gentle and bright.

For every faith holds a spark of the divine,

A thread of love, forever to shine.

In acts of kindness, in hearts so pure,

The God I hold dear, forever endures.

But there's a mystery, vast and profound,

Each God, it seems, has its own ground.

For no single God rules them all,

In every faith's realm, they rise and fall.

So I stand here now, with arms open wide,

Honoring the path of every soul's guide.

The God I seek, beyond all the rest,

Is a love that unites us, in every quest.

Together we journey, hand in hand,

To honor the sacred across the land.

For God, the Almighty, freely does roam,

In every heart, calling us home. 

Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul

An Age Old Child's Day Dreams

 

Today, we come together, happy and bright,

To celebrate children, a wonderful sight.

It's Children's Day, a special day, it's true,

On November 14th, we celebrate you.

A long time ago, a leader so wise,
Named Nehru, loved children, a loving surprise.
He saw in each child, a hope, a dream,
A future so bright, a golden beam.

Chacha Nehru, they called him, so kind and sweet,
He'd play with the children, a joyful treat.
In parks and gardens, with laughter and glee,
He'd share stories and dreams, wild and free.

He wanted children to grow strong and bright,
To learn and to play, with all their might.
To build a better world, a peaceful place,
A world filled with love, and hope, and grace.

So let's celebrate children, today and each day,
May they grow up happy, in every way.
Let's learn from Nehru, his love and his care,
And make this world better, beyond compare.

Happy Children's Day to all, young and bright,

May your dreams take flight, shining ever so bright !

Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul

No More Silence

 

A woman walks, with fear inside,

Daylight's bright, or night's dark tide.

She watches close, with careful eyes,

For danger's threat, that may arise.

No playful tease, no harmless jest,

Her heart is heavy, deeply distressed.

A stolen look, a lingering stare,

Fills her with dread, a haunting fear.

A hurtful touch, a cruel, harsh word,

A silent threat, a fear unheard.

No joyful laugh, no lightened mood,

Her spirit broken, misunderstood.

A painful act, a cruel, dark deed,

A wounded soul, a heart that's bleed.

Her voice may tremble, her spirit bruised,

By shame and fear, her trust abused.

Each cruel attack, each violent crime,

Must face the law, at judgment's time.

No easy plea, no lenient hand,

But justice swift, across the land.

We raise our voices, loud and clear,

For every woman, far and near.

No silent fear, no hidden plight,

Each bruise a mark, a guiding light.

A world of safety, a woman's right,

Where wrongs are punished, day and night.

True justice reigns, unwavering, sure,

Her voice, her body, hers to cure.

For rape's dark stain, for every tear,

May justice come, both swift and near.

No mercy shown, no lighter load,

For those who steal her peace of mind, her road.

We stand united, strong and bold,

To right the wrong, a story told.

Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul