Mount Kunchenjunga

MOUNT KUNCHENJUNGA

Till its bright, till one’s sight,

It’s all white, it’s all white.

Silver flakes have covered,

Or billion tonnes milk is poured;

From here, clouds look down,

It is my Country’s Crown.

Cloth of snow is spread

and Snowy is the run, 

Rocks & plants have to wait,

Months, to see the sun; 

Snowy mountain wearing

snowy gown,

It is my country’s crown.

The horizon turns golden

In the morning Sun rays,

Springs fall shouting

Give me the way;

A place, like Angel’s town,

It is my country’s crown.

The God’s unique architect,

Beyond one’s belief;

Creatures stepping here,

Surely get relief;                                        

A Wonder place, nature has grown;

It is my country’s crown.

              by - S. D. Tiwari

CHILDHOOD

RETURN MY CHILDHOOD

If I get a chance to bargain

Will beg the Almighty again;

‘O God! If thy really could

Give me back my childhood.

          I want back my those days,

          Innocent acts and plays,

          Tricky games and cycle race,

         Showing friends masked face,

Digging pits in soil of land,

Drawing sketches in the sand, 

Running after the butterflies,

Watching planes in the sky,

          Playing  with  the  puppy,

          In parties becoming happy,

          Hopping  in  the  streets

          Going   to  buy   sweets, 

Doing things not known to me,

At times crawling on knees,

After school watching cartoons,

Little sleeps in the afternoons,

           Doing independent activities,         

           Free from all responsibilities,

           Free from all kind of tensions,

           Asking confound questions.’

Childhood is morning of life

From here life begins thrive;

No hardness, no tough heat,

Childhood is innocent n neat.

          ‘Return my childhood,

          O God! if thy could.’

                             By – S. D. Tiwari

The Statue Maker (Poem published in 'The Indian' Sydney, June 11 edition)

       The Statue Maker

The  death  angels  came  to  take a soul,

But the whole  game  appeared to be foul.

Thirteen alike  persons  standing in queue,

The real one, they wanted, there’s no clue.

Angels confused, whose  soul they’ll  take;

‘God’ will  never   forgive,  if  they  mistake. 

In fact, the skilled  and clever statue maker,

Could carve one’s  sculpture,  truly  similar.

The carver was very confident  of  his art;

‘Why should not use  it for me’, he thought.

He had made twelve  statues alike to  him,

Virtually, he  put  his  soul,  in  making them.

Statues were so perfect, looked  like  alive;

Though breathless but none could realise.

When came to take his soul, angels of death;

He stood amongst those, stopping his breath.

Angels couldn’t identify him; returned in vain.

Reaching the god, full  story they  explained.

‘Single such person made, records ascertain’,

The angry  ‘God’  told, and sent  them again.

This time the angels came, a plan prepared;

Watching statues carefully,  they  murmured- 

‘Wav! an excellent work, but done a mistake!’

Listening such comment, he shook like quake

Stunned statue maker, immediately  did react

And surprisingly yelled!, ‘where is the mistake?’

Where the mistake was, angels understood,

Soul of the great carver, very easily they took.

                                             By S D Tiwari

Money is Great (published in 'The Indian', Sydney, May11 edition)

MONEY IS GREAT

                        

Whole thing is that,

Money is great.

Money makes you here go;

Money makes you there go;

Money makes the mare go;

Money makes the share go.

Whole thing …

Money makes the business go;

Money makes the easiness go;

Money brings you luxury;

Money makes you merry.

Whole thing …

Money gives nice sound;

Money brings people around;

Money brings wine, beer;

Money brings all the cheer.

Whole thing…

                by S D Tiwari 

Australia’s Crown (published in The Indian, Sydney, May11 Edition)

Till its bright, till one’s sight,

It’s all white, it’s all white.

Silver flakes have covered,

Or billion tonnes milk is poured,

From here, clouds look down;

Say it ‘Australia’s crown’.

Cloth of snow is spread

and Snowy is the run, 

Rocks & plants have to wait,

Weeks, to see the sun, 

Snowy mount wearing snow gown.

Say it ‘Australia’s crown’.

The horizon turns golden

In the morning Sun rays;

Snowy river flows singing;

And alpines on the way,

A place, like Angel’s town;

Say it ‘Australia’s crown’.

The God’s unique architect,

Beyond one’s belief;

Creature stepping here,

Surely gets relief;                                      

Roof of Australia above Thredbo;

The Great  Mount Kosciouszko. 

A Wonder place, nature has grown;

Say it ‘Australia’s crown.

                          By S D Tiwari

What else more!

What else more!

God has given vegetables and fruits to eat

and to drink, the water pure

What else more!

God has given Trees, lakes, hills, creeks

the amazing beauty to allure

What else more!

God has given eyes and the light to see, 

the seven colours of vibgyor

What else more!

Even. people fight and hurt each other

God has given medicines to cure

What else more! 

God has given heart to feel woe of others  
and the love to endure 
What else more !
God has given senses to praise his creations 
and thank to him for sure.
What else more! 



                                 by S D Tiwari

Sydney my love, Sydney my city (Poem published in The Indian, Sydney in April 2011 edition)

Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

Pretty  pretty place,

Plenty- plenty beauty.

Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

First rays of sun –

Spread here fun,

Splendour and majesty,

Nothing so beauty.

Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

Tidy beaches, green green trees,

Heavenly blowing cool cool breeze,

Kissing the shore waves sporty.

Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

Fort Dension, port Jackson,

Kings Cross, Opera attraction,

Harbour bridge, Bondi beach,

Place to find calm & peace,

Sydney is our identity.

Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

Kangaroo, emu, blue mountain,

Adventure, romance,  4x, fun.

Flora fauna, folk, fidelity.

Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

                                   by S D Tiwari