ON HIS BLINDNESS

This sonnet contains the noble idea of the greatest faith in God.God does not need man's work.He does not need His own gifts.He recognises,as His true servants, even those who are willing to works. Willingness and the desire to serve God is the most Important thing. It is as good as real service. Persons who want to serve God but cannot serve Him because of some difficulty,should not worry.Good will accept them like those who did real service.

Beautiful Morning

I saw a beautiful morning like I had never before
With a cloudy sky up hiding shine of the sun
So cleverly in her heights

I felt a soothing wind like never before
Touched so gently passed through my heart
Made me fell so close to someone I love

I went in the rain, I walked in the dark
The flawless nature and all the joy in my heart
Made me feel of someone I knew

And when I smelt the queen of all flowers
I found that I knew that too in my mind,
Only that day when you came to us, in the world
My dear, I realized
All that was of you!

I Love You.

When I am glad,
you are in my smile,
When I am sad,
you are in my tears,
when I am walking,
you are in my step,
When I am sleeping,
you are in my dreams,
I think these are special feelings,
If I were an artist,
I would paint my feelings,
If I were a poetess,
I would quote my feelings,
But I am an ordinary girl,
So I just say,
I Love You.

The Fountain

into the sunshine,
full of the light
leaping and flashing
from morn till night
into the moonlight
whiter than snow.
waving so floower-like,
when the wind blow
into the starlight,
rushing in spray,
happy at midnight,
happy day day!
ever in motion,
blithesome and cheery,
still climbing heavenward,
never a weary;
glad of all weathers,
still seeming best,
upward or downward
motion thy rest;
full of a nature
nothing can tame,
changed every moment,
 ever the same
ceaseless aspiring,
ceaseless content,
darkness or sunshine,
thy element;
glorious fountain!
let my heart be
fresh, changeful,constant,
upward like thee!

The Psalm of Life

Life is real ! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal.

Dust thou art,to dust returnest,

is not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment,and not sorrw,

is our destined and or way;

But to act that each tomorrow 

Finds us farther than today.

In the world's broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of life.

Be not like dumb,driven cattle;

Be a hero in the strife!

Let us,then,be up and doing 

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labour and to wait.