There is a story that all of us remember fondly about the journey of our love. Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta "Mewadev" muses on that journey and it's remembrances that forever become a part of ourselves. You slept on the inside of the bed and I lay awake with strange and dusky aspects;
It’s midnight and I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise, Imprisoned by my thoughts and there was a mass of many images But how things will probably be, you can write, some people are like stars Or like journey of our true love And never come back to this travesty of a society into life Watch them because it's what ours could be, but never will become Or lift you through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading, My kind moves in the wind, the sky was under stress to your eyes Without sacrificing I long for silence Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well through your fame I the poet thinking about you, my tears falls, down my cheeks! © Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta “Mewadev”, Banda (U.P. - India) @ All Rights Reserved. 12-06-17
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The emotional pain that we experience when we are left behind to cope by ourselves is not always visible or understood by those around us. Read on in this heartfelt poem by Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta "Mewadev" to learn about the story that each scar tells.
There is a scar on my face Have you even seen the scar you left on me? Let me be free to just be me Painful words landing sorrow in first place! For uncaring worlds to see My end, although no one, not here, can see where My eyes do not gaze upon who you are Faces who have smiled at me Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; But we soon find that the world lashes out No matter how loud they shout Tears roll across the scar, that no one else When it’s wounded there is no cure I'll sit in darkness where my soul is torn It is the own creation born A future that bares the past require Each scar telling a story I wish I could sing the pain away You peacefully passed away, I touch every scar as history. © Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta “Mewadev”, Banda (U.P. - India) @ All Rights Reserved. 07-06-17 The rich and mythic legend of 'Asmodeus' who is both a creature of fantasy and reality is quite enchanting. Read on to be swept away by Danielle's poem based on the legend. Asmodeuss is my name,
Death is my game, Hell is my domain. I'm the killer of all, With no mercy at all, The cause of the human fall. Take much heed, Of my killing creed, I will make sure your soul is freed... My tongue flicks out, My jaws open wide, Soon your warm and snug inside... Safe one day and in trouble the next, a Rabbit's life narrates an intriguing tale. Read on to find out more about a tryst with Nature and what it teaches about life to us in this poem. Rabbit sitting there all wary,
Wide eyed at the world so scary. This his first time out of the burrow, To add to his fears the fields in furrow. Fox and badger, new smells in the air, All the others just sitting there. The moon is full, shining bright, Illuminates a world of new delight... Heads go up, noses twitching, Back feet ready to run, and itching... A man with a dog just over the way, Rabbits deciding weather to stay... The dog's let off running free, The man fancies rabbit for tea... Our rabbit safe and dry and the burrow, Ready and waiting for tomorrow. COMPILED BY SANJIV TANEJA "A must to see"
Agricultural Science Museum, you can follow the evolution of agriculture in India A touch of a button and there's thunder and lightning. And then there is rain. Water evaporates from the ground, clouds form and rain follows. After a 20-second downpour, everything goes quiet. Then, suddenly, there's a rainbow. This is not a lesson from a child's science book: it's a practical demonstration of a water cycle at the National Agricultural Science Museum in Delhi. Spread over 23,000 sq ft, and set in the lush grounds of the Indian Agricultural Research Institute (IARI) in Pusa, this museum inaugurated in 2004, is a specially designed building that documents the development of agriculture in India from prethe -historic period to the modern era. Upholding Jawaharlal Nehru's view that "everything can wait but not agriculture", this two-storey building houses 150 exhibits displayed in 10 sections with the purpose of providing a detailed understanding of the state of agriculture in India. |
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