LEARNING IS LIFE

  Peaceful and harmonious youth protest: Limericks A protest, a call to the street, Where ages and cultures all meet. With CJP they stand, A helping, united hand, For rights, freedom, and rulers discreet. In unity, all hearts will sing, No matter what the genders bring. From lands afar they roam, To make this place their home, And CJP's protest they will wing. With burdens light and spirits bright, The system's wrong, they'll set it right. For rights they stand, Across the land, And question those who hold the might

  Peaceful Rise of Indian Gen-Z Against Unfair System: A Poem A future bright, a path so clear, Was painted for us, held so dear. A system fair, a world so neat, Where justice bloomed, oh what a treat. But shadows grew, a different tale, Of tests and schools, a twisted trail. A business spun, a map to sell, Where learning's heart began to swell. We whispered doubts, then shouts arose, Of mockery, snubbing, and those woes. Our spirits dimmed, our futures blurred, A silenced cry, a world unheard. But embers glowed, a spark within, To break the chains, to start again. We rise to speak, our voices strong, For this system's wrong, we'll right the wrong. We claim our future, loud and true, For fairness, justice, me and you. We ask for change, a honest plea, Accountability, for all to see.

Youth up against the unfair system and economy: Limericks Young folks, quite cross with the system, Found jobs were a distant, dim prism. With skills going to waste, And futures un-chased, They rose, a frustrated schism. *** Gen-Z with dreams taking flight, Found system a shadowy blight. School taught them naught, For testing was fraught, And blame games made spirits take flight.

LIMERICKS  Brave hearts, with purpose bright, Shall claim democracy's light. For rights, they'll stand, Across the land, And make the system do what's right ***. With futures they will build, Their nation's promise filled. They'll join as one, 'Til work is done, Bring change with fervent will!

 Revealing Tree Metaphor of the Bhagavad Gita: Couplets A sacred book, the Gita we hold dear, With trees, a special bond becomes quite clear. The Ashvattha tree, a story it does tell, Where Krishna spoke, a place where spirits dwell. Its roots reach up, and down they also go, Like worldly life, a cycle we all know. We see the leaves, the things that catch the eye, But miss the roots, the reason we are nigh. In worldly wants, our hearts become so bound, By earthly pleasures, on illusion's ground. To find true peace, to break this binding chain, Detachment's tool, the branches we must gain. And seek the roots, where true divinity lies, The Supreme Divine, beneath the spiritual skies

 Conveying Vision of the Gita to Modern Seekers: A Poem A sacred book, the Gita, so they say, Of mind and oneness, showing us the way. To break the 'I', the ego’s proud hold, For this, the wise decoded text 'n told. It is a mirror, clear and bright, To self-reflect in honest light. To face what binds, what makes us fear, And let our true self now appear. Just speaking words, a rote repeat, Or prayers that never truly meet For soul's deep truth, a preaching sound, Disrespect, on holy ground. Let's content analyse, meaning to find, Share concepts for the modern mind. In decoding ways, both seen and heard, To heal the soul, with every word. In Essence  Kishore (2026), highlights the need for translating the ancient Bhagavad Gita's teachings into actionable, daily principles for contemporary life. The poem calls for performing duty without attachment to results and navigating personal dilemma -Kurukshetra - through emotional control and mindfulness. It advocates for...