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Let there be, freedom from want *

Let there be, Lord
That freedom from want
Which would make not
Discrimination betwixt us
Based on our color of skin
Or find divisions , in between
Us, negating all that uphold
Feelings that are human,Let there be Lord
No strife, no curse,
No carnage , no bath of blood,
No death due to hunger and pain
And unmitigated love,Let there be, Lord
Freedom from want
And nothing in betweenLet there be
Only that joy pristine
Of thanksgiving.(*Note: the painting attached is titled "freedom from want" , done by N.Rockwell, 1942, based upon a speech by U S President F.D.Roosevelt)
Isn't it wondrous
To get into the woods
And feel how the light of the day
Turn every tree joyous and gay?

One November evening

One November evening
It had been a November evening
When he arrived at the town
Only to meet her, one last time
Before leaving forever... She told him she would be there
Right at the Strand near that big
Colonial facade of that century and half old building
The distinct landmark of the town,He there waited for her
To turn up
And she kept her wordsThe dame of his heart
Wearing a red skirt and black top
She there came,The air had smell of rains
Somewhere it might have poured,
When she came near
He just looked at her face
Glistened as it appeared
By drops of water...
He felt the drizzle in his heart
Somewhere very deep insideShe gave her hands for him to hold
Her hair smelt so much of lavender
And her palms were soft like cottonHe muttered his undying love to her
She told him that would perhaps not stay once he would go away... Time and distance take away everything
That what she told him,Many summers and winters and springs
Have gone by since then... Still that building colonial …

Let me wander through the mist *

Let me wander through the mist
Of early winter months
When dew gather soft
At the fringe of leaves,
Like dreams of the night
Soothing and calm
Being awakened fresh by the morning's cool breeze,Let me wander
And gather all the nascent things
And turn them into love of my soul
Only to make the world around us
More beautiful and piedLet me pay my obeisance
To that kindred spirit
Which turns lives of us
So magnificent
Only by the grace of the eternal
The non transient form,Let me be merged
With the silence of beauty . (*Note: this poem is a tribute to a wondrous work of my friend, a poet and writer and publisher, Gopakumar Radhakrishnan)