The Teacher
Oh! Teacher, the Pupil pleadsShow me the path, show me the wayI am lost in the quagmire of lifePlease help mePlease guide meTo thee I prayYes my child, says the teacherAnd an assuring ‘yes’ it wasThe pupil left contentWith a solace in his heartDidn’t know how to thankWith eyes full of gratitudeThe assuring ‘yes’ had
The Meandering
This surreal seraphic idyllIn it, I take reposeI feel and hear the zephyrGently caressing the meadows The song of the winds so splendidWith a symphony of the rustling leavesThe faraway birds, chirping highAgainst the sky and above the trees Lost here in my meanderingsI would never want to departThis sojourn, I know is momentaryWill stay