I am the Poem of Earth

I am the drop of rain,

Falling to you from heavenly sky,

Making your fields flourish,

And your water bodies mobile!

I am sent for greening up the grass,

And to revitalize the blowing winds,

Also to retain the vigor of seeds,

 And the products of the flowers!

I fall in the laps of ocean into oysters,

And to metamorphose into the pretty pearls,

I vanish the pall from farmer’s lives,

Offering them a rejoice and serene life!

I calm down the heat of the lands,

Lovers romance in the presence of mine,

I quench the thirst of the thirsty,

Healing the earthly beings is the duty of mine!

I down pour to splash the famine,

Dirt and dust from the globe,

To provide opulence joy to the Whole Biosphere!

-       Sibtain Kadri

 (Please Note: Copyright is with the Hitavada, Nagpur. Plagiarism shall be punished)

Kalam Salam (Thou Shall Remain Eternal….)

Earthly domicile (India) he left,
Abruptly went to deep sleep.
What a flabbergasting death it was!
Which stupefied multiple folks.

Thou golden dreams and aspirations
of India’s Mission ‘2020’,
Will take the wings of fire
As your views, your idea and your inspiration
Have left an indelible imprint!

Shillong seems to be very lucky,
For hosting aristocratic decease.
Why God has suddenly noticed you?
‘Good deeds never remain for long’.

You slipped from the Corporeal Earth,
What a significant end in the universe!
How can we wear solemnity on our visage?
Sorry to say yet we are dazed!

Your death in the lap of education,
Though soaked us in the ocean of grief,
But what an end it was;
Dying amidst your hope, your dream-The YOUTH!
While igniting the spark of education.

You just demised from our sight,
Yet you shall ever abide in our heart.
Indian clocks stopped at nine,
You already died afore the time.

You were Philanthropist of the nation,
Man with modesty, man with smile,
You were architecture of love and pride.
Hard to believe that you're no longer with us,Sir 
But you will be remembered with deep sigh.

For you left us lamenting and repenting,
We lost a great Engineer,
Ballistician, Doctor, Professor, President
And of course a prominent ‘Missile man’,

Oh! APJ please teach this corrupted politicians,
The way of integrity and optimistic lessons.
See how they are blemishing your Country!

Last but not the least with massive esteem,
Through these verses, I pay my homage to you.
May your Soul rest in peace in the heavenly abode!
You were, you are, you shall always be remembered as one in a
million!

- Sibtain Kadri
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Beauty Lies Internally

 A damsel loves extrinsic beauty,
Has deep desires to appear pretty.
Daily sees beauty broadcasts,
Admires thou fictitious telecasts.

Her daily-dose, smear-facepacks,
Her tiny dress, her makeup-packs.
Gets ready for thou mirror looks,
Looks and faults her own looks!

After how long! her visage charm,
What I say is, virtual-whitewash!
Today she submits her form,
Hapless ads, tears her form.

'Oh! Broadcaster, I am here,
Kindly listen to my desire...
Materialist man outcasts her,
Not even ready to look at her.

He prefers more beautiful face,
Thus comparing her to the rest.
Her heart breaks, is emotionally hurt,
Nobody is there to fill her cut!

Next morning she makes to the school,
Shocked to hear social teacher's words,
‘Beauty lies internally........!’

- Sibtain Kadri

(Please Note: Copyright is with the Hitavada, Nagpur. Plagiarism shall be punished)

What an Indian Village's Beauty

Village’s Beauty, Village’s Beauty,

Oh! What an Indian Village’s Beauty!

Its green everywhere, all-around,

Top to bottom, sky to the ground!

The huge hills, the nippy breeze,

The dusty roads, the woody pike!

Huts made of mud, bamboo to build shelter,

That’s their tower, that’s their cover!

Farmers farming, Peasants planting,

Children dancing, Singing song!

It’s their routine, it’s their living,

It’s their duty all along!

Housewives cooking delicious ‘roties’,

Carry them to the farm of their hubbies.

Villagers bathing in the cool brimming river,

There is no shiver, there is no quiver!

Grannies recites fairy’s tale at night

Magic wand of Fairy sparking bright!

Praiseworthy villagers toiling so hard,

Hence life to them is simple reward!

- Sibtain Kadri

(Please Note: Copyright is with the Hitavada, Nagpur. Plagiarism shall be punished)