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An Ode to thee, Arunachal

A road that disappears to a hill's 'rear side', There emerges a sudden trail of ethnic tide.

Oblivious to the busyness of a nearby highway, Shy shelters of hill-shepherds do a peekaboo hey.

Lively little, hazy brown, our busy 'hen robin', Reiterates her cheep & tweet calls umpteen.

Any time thou pass by the Rhododendron tree, The top most buckled branch, she inhabits for free.

The red-vented bulbul prefers her coveted spot, She sits right on the crest of a lonely lamp post.

“Pik-pik-a-wew.. ..”, her long and buzzy note, Composed yet exquisite, her jolly poetic note.

As the dusk proceeds, silhouette appear around, Partridges in the bushes, lustily beckon her kindred.

Plains interposed amidst the lofty archaic hills, Hither, misty rocks and greens of ‘Aruna’ sprawls.

Every season imparts the varied and salient sway,

An unknown spectator wonders gazing on the way.

From the dawn of the mores, tribes get along, Fun, frolics, anger and hate, prevail since long.

Today’s baby, tomorrow’s parent, the wink of eyes,

Over here moments loaded with events of eons.

The decisively silent yet majestic hills of 'Thee', Reminds us all respecting Thy faith Almighty.

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A poem by Dr Goutam Bhattacharyya, Former principal of a Birla school, Gujarat

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Why won't you see this world?

Indians must visit a developed country at least once,

Else, they'll never know about 'services' & 'things'.

Are we aware of standards of goods and services?

Since aeons we compromise all through our lives.

One must experience and live out there for sometimes,

Else, out here it'll continue as they are ever since. Even 'Public services' too, out there, stand out.

it's a far cry from India’s messy systems, 'say transport'.

An Indian may come across 'a PM' inside a metro, dear,

A CEO commutes workplace daily on a bicycle there.

Every citizen there ever get fresh breathable air, Live in our 'stuffy big cities' and experience impure air.

We, the people of India, deserve better. But do we obtain?

Power hungry and greedy people never let that happen.

They speak about work culture, working time, flexibility,

And especially, mental health, avoiding rigidity. Aren't we frustrated about long hours? Yet crazily dignify,

Across corporate India, we just waste our time vainly.

We do love our nation, no disrespect to our country;

But when we visit there, we are envious of their country.

The subdued generations till now have adopted it,

Why should the coming generations accept it? Whether an engineer, pharmacist or an IIT topper,

Leaves parents back home and flies to a country far.

You adjusted no matter what happened around, Your grandchildren wouldn't, it's their choice dude.

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A poem by Dr Goutam Bhattacharyya, Principal of a Birla school, Gujarat

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An Ode to Mahabharat

Irrespective of Hindu or any other religion, Whether a poor or affluent, a man or woman.

Whether you're in your country or elsewhere, 'Mahabharat' enlightens every human, my dear.

Curb your children's unreasonable demands, Else, you'll end up helpless in life, see Kauravas.

No matter how strong one is, if supports sacrilege,

See Karna, all turn vain, skills, blessings and Strength.

Never make a child so ambitious that he misuses,

Knowledge, like Ashwatthama turns all in ruins.

Like Bhishma Pitamah, don't give such promises,

Which one has to surrender, to the unrighteous.

Misuse of wealth, power, authority, brace villain, Ultimately leads to total ruins, see Duryodhana.

Never hand over the reins of power to a blind, Dhritarashtra is blind by greed, wealth, lust & pride.

Deceit will not lead anyone to success, In all matters at all times, see how Shakuni ends.

Knowledge alone isn't good enough a boon, With wisdom & knowledge, see victorious Arjuna.

Uphold ethics, righteousness and duty, my dear, No power in the world could harm Yudhishthira.

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A poem by Dr Goutam Bhattacharyya, Former principal of a Birla school, Gujarat

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Why do our youngsters emigrate?

The dashing, daring yet idol youngsters, Desparately wish to crack TOEFL, IELTS.

Knowledge & skills, yes, there's no dearth, Doesn't like to remain here, our youth.

Corruption has become so much so praxis, Their love for home even, now shatters.

Ancestors, left home once, out of fear. Partition's percolating pain aeons bore.

That was an unspoken deadly departure, This is a decision of desperate nature.

The then dastards and scoundrels drove, Now, the well educated rascals swindle.

The so-called dwellers of higher echelons, They are nothing but bona fide rogues.

Our system can't punish such a culprit, Mind it, one has to bow before 'His' Verdict .

How could 'Youth' have faith in this, friend? Every other day 'a corrupt' gets exposed.

None would like to keep potatoes rotten, Eradicate them, & save this great nation.

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A poem by Dr G. Bhattacharyya, Former Principal of a Birla School, Gujarat

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Love for Books

Love for books

The smell of paper, this love is just about to go astray,

The love for books, perhaps this is the last century.

 'Facebook', 'Whatsapp' & 'Youtube', these rogues, 

Tell me friends, when there is time for books?

No space left to get food by growing plants, 

to make lavish paper, who will grow the plants? 

Staring at the mobile or laptop screen, 

Hey recall, there was neither PDF nor eBook then. 

A leaf of 'Morpankh' plant, inside a book, 

Kept it carefully, like an auspicious mark.

The sweetest birthday gift was a book, 

For anyone, child or old, it was a suitable book. 

Someone's memory, someone's closeness a book, 

Visit some place and peacefully read a book. 

Someone's mother, will she read it again in sultry summer afternoon? 

Story of Mahabharata is like nectar, listen to what Kashiram

 says virtuous one.

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A poem by Dr Goutam Bhattacharyya

Former Principal, Birla School, Porbandar, Gujarat