My short poems, long time ago.

Eternity is everywhere. 

It is dawn, slowly the Sun rises.

It reaches the zenith and there is sunlight for the living everywhere.

The mountains are young now.

They grow higher, touching the clouds and there is beauty everywhere.

The tree bears the seeds that will grow up into more trees.

There ought to be greenery everywhere.

The birds flit, flap and fly to new destinations.

There is crooning and chirping everywhere.

The brook streams with gleam, to join the river.
There is abundance everywhere.

The babies cry, mothers sing lullaby.
There is melody everywhere.

The roads on which we tread turns to new roads,
There is a way everywhere.

The mind surely strides ahead at the call of the heart, once you decide.
There is a will everywhere.

The humans can play or poise, participate or prevent.
There is a choice everywhere.

The friends farewell, forgo and even flee.
Never mind, new friendship flowers everywhere.

The clock ticks for eighty six thousand four hundred seconds a day.
There is time everywhere.

The door of the house is open, someone will come.
There is hope everywhere.

There was, there is and there will be,
Eternity everywhere.

Maa… 

On her lap, under her shade,

we snuggled when we were newly born.

Beside her, we cried and played,

when we were toddler, too small to talk.

Around her we tossed and laughed,

when we were a child, living an innocent life.

With her, we argued and questioned,

when we turned into teens, becoming immature and indifferent.

As we grow up, active and young,
We avert from her and dupe her.

Lying, beguiling, and disrespecting her.
No more we wish for the warmth.
No more we yearn for the shade.
I wonder why we lack that courtesy and love for our mother.

We receive so much; it becomes not our obligation but our ultimate virtue,

To give unconditional love to our Maa.

-By Vishakha Sen