Water Is the one source from Which all living things originated
Our life and living depend Largely on its availability
Ancient civilizations got established And flourished near Perennial water sources
Without water, no need to emphasize, We cease to exist Anything we possess Assumes no significance without water
Our knowledge about the universe About the natural laws About the animal kingdom About the plant kingdom About the happenings around us And our dreams over the future Our means to realize them Draw a naught if water is not there
Though, we know this for long We need to do certain things That we and the generations to come Do not suffer scarcity of water
Attempt is to make you appreciate The significance of pure water, As we have already contaminated enough And we have jeopardized the Build up of water sources In the name of economic growth And development of living comforts
The person who realizes this And does something about Ensuring availability of this life-support Becomes an established soul And spiritual person and guide
Not these words are mine But of Yajur Veda Which further says Who knows the origin of water Knows himself
Do our sciences have a clue As to when and how The first molecule of water Came on to this planet of ours
Biography of Robert Frost __________________________
Robert Frost Early years
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of Scottish descent, and his father descended from Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England, who had sailed to New Hampshire in 1634 on the Wolfrana.
Frost's father was a teacher and later an editor of the San Francisco Evening Bulletin (which afterwards merged into the San Francisco Examiner), and an unsuccessful candidate for city tax collector. After his father's death in May 5, 1885, in due time the family moved across the country to Lawrence, Massachusetts under the patronage of (Robert's grandfather) William Frost, Sr., who was an overseer at a New England mill. Frost graduated from Lawrence High School in 1892. Frost's mother joined the Swedenborgian church and had him baptized in it, but he left it as an adult.
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1. Poem
A Patch of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if Small print overspread it, The news of a day I've forgotten -- If I ever read it.
2.Poem
A Question
A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
3.Poem
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird That suddenly above the bees is heard, The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfil.
We know life is nice we know honesty is fine if they have no honesty here not get happyness man & women thinking are not equel so there become complex, if here show the honesty every thing is quite fine & easy
The Mighty Heron ,Magnificent in flight with its piercing eyes ,gazes upon the sky ready to conquer it,and make it its own with it outspread wings,those span a mile long.
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ReplyDeleteIt’s a cloudy day-mind glow,
ReplyDeleteSome thing feeling new,
It’s raining, freshness become-
Green grass wetting-I walk slowly-
And feel dreamy-
By:Salma
Water, the matter
ReplyDeleteWater
Is the one source from
Which all living things originated
Our life and living depend
Largely on its availability
Ancient civilizations got established
And flourished near
Perennial water sources
Without water, no need to emphasize,
We cease to exist
Anything we possess
Assumes no significance without water
Our knowledge about the universe
About the natural laws
About the animal kingdom
About the plant kingdom
About the happenings around us
And our dreams over the future
Our means to realize them
Draw a naught if water is not there
Though, we know this for long
We need to do certain things
That we and the generations to come
Do not suffer scarcity of water
Attempt is to make you appreciate
The significance of pure water,
As we have already contaminated enough
And we have jeopardized the
Build up of water sources
In the name of economic growth
And development of living comforts
The person who realizes this
And does something about
Ensuring availability of this life-support
Becomes an established soul
And spiritual person and guide
Not these words are mine
But of Yajur Veda
Which further says
Who knows the origin of water
Knows himself
Do our sciences have a clue
As to when and how
The first molecule of water
Came on to this planet of ours
Probably the one who knows this
Is God
Create Date : Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Bashyam Narayanan
Hi Did u read the poem of Narayanan,pls comments,if u like it.
ReplyDeleteRabindranath Tagore
ReplyDeleteI like Tagore poem,this is one of the best poem,hope u like it.
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A Moments Indulgence
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
By:Rabindranath Tagore
Tagore wrote alot of poem i want to share u some poem next time,u can find my site many many poem.Please provide your comment.
ReplyDeleteEndless Time
ReplyDeleteTime is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
By:Rabindranath Tagore
Please know about Robert Frost,& his poem
ReplyDeleteBiography of Robert Frost
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Robert Frost Early years
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of Scottish descent, and his father descended from Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England, who had sailed to New Hampshire in 1634 on the Wolfrana.
Frost's father was a teacher and later an editor of the San Francisco Evening Bulletin (which afterwards merged into the San Francisco Examiner), and an unsuccessful candidate for city tax collector. After his father's death in May 5, 1885, in due time the family moved across the country to Lawrence, Massachusetts under the patronage of (Robert's grandfather) William Frost, Sr., who was an overseer at a New England mill. Frost graduated from Lawrence High School in 1892. Frost's mother joined the Swedenborgian church and had him baptized in it, but he left it as an adult.
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1. Poem
A Patch of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.
2.Poem
A Question
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
3.Poem
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
By:Robert Frost
Do you want to read about Kazi Nazrul Islam Poem,
ReplyDeleteNext I will share with u the beautiful poem of Kazi Nazrul Islam.He is our National Poet.
www.snblog.com
ReplyDeleteSome time we understand some poem but in the other ways some are very hard.
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ReplyDeleteWe know life is nice
ReplyDeletewe know honesty is fine
if they have no honesty
here not get happyness
man & women thinking are not equel
so there become complex,
if here show the honesty
every thing is quite fine & easy
The Mighty Heron
ReplyDeleteThe Mighty Heron ,Magnificent in flight
with its piercing eyes ,gazes upon the sky
ready to conquer it,and make it its own
with it outspread wings,those span a mile long.
Hasan Ameen