The Indian Diaspora : A Poem.

To lands far away our ancestors traveled
To strange lands all our fore-parents traveled, so far
To distant shores, so far away from our motherland
Oh! Mother Bharat, farewell
Never will I see you again
Our sons and daughters will be born on distant shores
But in our hearts and minds we are of one blood
Our Bharat was once mighty and rich
Not a beggar was to be seen on a street
Till the Europeans came, only then was it was laid low
Even the Arab and the Turkmen could not so
Our hearts should beat as one
For we are all really one
Oh! Mother Bharat, you are in our hearts and souls
You are the spiritual home where all our souls reside 
Though not on your sacred soil we reside
When we see ourselves in the mirror
Our hearts flutter because we are of Bharat 
Across great oceans and lands we have spread 
But in our hearts and minds ,we will never forget
Till our dying day we will remain 
An Indian till our final breath

The Wise Serpent: A Poem.

You are a wanderer in the desert

The desert of loneliness

The magical spirits watch you

They watch in silence and thought

Not a word, not even a whisper.

You are a wanderer in the desert

The desert of loneliness

The wise serpent knows his way in the desert

But you do not, so you wander

Not a drop of love to quench your mighty pang of thirst

You thirst from the emptiness of life

The wise serpent knows where the fountain of the water of love is

So, he makes his way in happy knowledge

But you slither in abject sorrow and ignorance

So, he makes his way in knowledge

But you slither aimless in ignorance

You do not, you thirst

There is nothing you have to fill the chasm that is the void in your heart

The wise serpent cares not for this

But you care, you desperately want to, but you do get to escape, so you despair

Lonely wanderer, endless desert