LessonThey come early in the morning.And die in the late night. Still they are smiling.They are busy in making colorful to this world.They are spreading their fragrance.These are small beautiful flowers.They are unaware from their future.Their life is the symbol of self sacrifice & service to the nature.We must take lesson from them.

I also observe as he saysCandle light was there.I was on the chair.Drinks & banana’s were on the table.Fragrance of bananas was spreading in the room.Its sweetness was in my memory.I can count them.They were twelve in numbers.A piece of poetry was in my hand.I was realizing its beauty.Its smell & sweetness is still in my heart & soulBut I can not count the smell & sweetness of the poetry.It looks like the thirteenth Banana in a dozenIt is the matter of feeling & joy.Mr. LES A MURY an Australian poet also describes the poetry as thirteenth banana in a ...

Early spring Sunday morning little windy, cloudy outsideoccasional sunshine and showerswe lay under covers in bedwe look out of the windowsway in the garden the flowers -hyacinthia, tulips, daffodils.You bring me cookies and teawe slide back in the bedand watch the telly -a peacock is wooing its hendancing in circles, wide wingsmy hand moves in circleson your bosom and yoursdances on my legs.I move on top of youand you, close your eyes...- Ravi Kopra

A ThoughtTonightonly tonightlet me be once more alive.Even if there's festive gaiety tomorroweven if people break open their own gravesand show up in their white new shrouds,someone seeing another one would not say:"show me your beautiful face hidden under your scarf."Tonightfor tonight's sakebring to closure your unpaid debts.Another day you will not recall my name and I, yours.- tr. Ravi Kopra*****- Najm Hussain Syedfrom APNA http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/najm/najm2.html

Now I've come to know -I am a woman of weakness.My soft beauty of windsMakes me lose to everyone.But why does my heartItself grows so tender?And why do my dusky eyesWell up suddenly with tears?To lose myself fully,To trust the shades of a tall tree,To lie down there silently,Why do my longings grow in the web of love?Woman, you are love incarnatedUnder the silver mountain of faith.Keep on flowing like a river of nectarOn the beautiful bed of life.-tr. Ravi Kopra*****Yah aaj samajh to paayi.N hu.N,main durbalata mei.N nari hu.NAvyav ki sundar komalta,lekar main.N sabse haari hu.NPar mann bhi kyo.N,itna dheela apne hi hota ...