The spring

WHEN love and passion in the heart of mother nature grow;
It breaks the rock and out a beautiful spring flows.
In the bright sun rays, like pearls it glows,
In the moonlit night a soothing charm it shows.
It has nectar for all — rich or poor, high or low,
All satiate their thirst — parrot, quail and crow.
Perched on top of a spring none can drink,
He drinks who cups his hands and humbly bows.
He gets true knowledge and blessings of a teacher,
Who is humble and all respect to the teacher he shows.
Spring and saint are both alike,
They cast pearls and gems they throw,
Fortunate are those who submit and gather,
Leaving aside their ego.

— Sakshi

The wheel of time

THE wheel of time always rotates,
Breath of rest it never takes.
It has with it, a huge cart of history,
It carries the future, full of mystery.
Nobody can predict its direction,
It can change every situation.
There is nobody, for whom, it waits.
Man makes his destiny himself,
by the correct use of time.
Once our time is well used,
Then everything becomes fine.
One who values time, values his fate.

— Archana Sharma

Those days

THOSE days,
Now look like dreams,
When we played with toys,
And ate ice creams.
Those days,
Were full of fun,
When we danced and jumped,
In the sun.
Those days,
Were free from pain,
When we ran and played,
In the rain.
Those days,
We will remember them always.

— Supreet Kaur