LEARNING IS LIFE

POEM   A spark within, a thinking seed, Born to grow, to learn, to heed. Our minds, a river, wide and free, To shape a world for all to see. A thinking seed, inside us grows, Dynamic mind, where knowledge flows. Tends to learn and change, day by day, In its own curious, winding way. Markets' hand, a dimmed light, Shaping thoughts through darkest night. Behaviour becomes a tangled thread, From all we're told and all we've read. Controls on mind from elite streams, Whispers of imposed hopes and dreams. Desire's pull, a siren's call, Expectations rise and fall. Mis-education's a steady guide, Emotions surge, a restless tide. Through senses keen, markets we taste, Each input felt, no moment waste. So minds that soar, and seek the new, Are shaped by all the market through. Dance of elite and of the tame, Human mind made markets' game. What we are told, what we believe, The feelings that our hearts receive. The world outside, it shapes our view, Making old thought...

  Mother's Love A gentle hand, a steady gaze, Through stormy nights and sunlit days. Her heart, a calm and quiet space, Holds love for you with gentle grace. Her thoughts, like water, clear and bright, Reflect a pure and guiding light. She nurtures dreams, she soothes each fear, Her presence always, ever near. In her embrace, a truth you find, Life's deepest meaning, intertwined. A sacred gift, from skies above, This ever-present, holy love. Divine it is, this bond so true, This love that lives, dear mother, in you. So offer love, with all your might, And prove that love makes life so bright..

  An Ode to Mother on Mother's Day Oh, Mother, life's a wondrous art, A selfless angel in my heart. Your love, a gift that knows no end, On your nurturance, I depend. You are my haven, safe and warm and true, My inspiration, in all that I do. A guiding light, when shadows start to creep, My strength in trials, secrets that I keep. Your love, unspoken, etched within my soul, Nurturing spirit, making me feel whole. A tribute to your gentle, tender grace, Forever held within this hallowed space. Within my soul, your love does gleam, My constant truth, my waking dream!

      India’s scriptures have been telling the glory of the mother since ancient times. Mother's love, affection and compassion have been described as ‘incomparable’.     Scriptures also tell that we need to cherish our birthplace and feet of our mothers more than all our material comforts elsewhere.     The Sanskrit word for mother is Matri which in Hindi means Poojniya or ‘worth worshipping’. Here are a few one-liners in Sanskrit that glorify the place of mothers in our life.  (1) Sanskrit: जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गदपि गरीयसी I Hindi:   जननी और जन्मभूमि स्वर्ग से भी बढ़कर है। English: Mother and motherland are superior even to heaven. (2) Sanskrit: माता गुरूतरा भूमेः I Hindi: माता इस भूमि से कहीं अधिक भारी होती हैं। English: Mothers are heavier / more significant than this land (3)  Sanskrit: नास्ति मातृ समो गुरु I Hindi: मां से बढ़कर कोई गुरु नहीं है I English: There is no guru better than mother. (4) San...

  Quatrains on Book Ulgulaan by Dr Devender Balhara In Ulgulaan's pages, a tale unfolds, Of  Devender Balhara, stories to be told. Here Birsa Munda's spirit guide the pen, His wit and wisdom, heard again and again. See the loot, a system deep and wide, From top to bottom, where shadows hide. Governance turned to a servant's plea, For global rich, and those who wish to be. Unique book calls for us to stand, Against the greedy, robbing hand. They turn our land to serve their gain, We live in chains, a bitter pain. No more this taking, this unfair steal, A nation bowed, a future to conceal. They serve the rich, with power and might, We must stand up, and claim our right. The past has tales of hands that took, Our rightful gifts, by hook or crook. But now we wake, a quiet might, The people's will, a burning light. Remember times of old, when lands were free, Before the chains of exploitation decree. The balance broken, a world anew, Where power's grip has seen us throug...

 Ode to Mothers: Divine Creators and Guides in Ancient Lore Our dear Mata Shri, sacred and so true, You shape our souls, with grace and tender care. On your loving arms, our future starts anew, A priceless gift, beyond all compare. You hold us close, with gentle hand, And teach us life, across the land. You nurture dreams, and help us grow, The seeds of knowledge, you do sow. You shape our lives, with tender care, And values you help us to bear. Our roots you tend, our spirits guide, Forever walking by our side. Matru Devo Bhava, your name we sing, Dear caring mother, joy you bring!