My Mother

My mother awakes
before the sun awakes
her eyes are half closed
by the late work caused
yet she does the same
for years as a child's game.
But complaints not
for she is similar to a dot
as a grass under the pines
but in my heart she shines
as a star in the dark night
yet she continues her fight
till the moment she sleeps
long after the sun sleeps.

Hold my Hands and Break the Walls

If the urge is
exactly from your heart
and honest is your love,
let me not bid farewell
to your beautiful smile.
For I know not
who else does give
a better smile than yours.
But assure
in the name of thy lord
your smile
is not born from the lips
but from the heart.
And tell me you've no caste,
no religion, no colour
nor status too
for love is a little boy
makes friends innocently
with whom his father rebels
and often forgets
social barriers around him.

But let me break all the walls
and reduce the gaps forever
for the love-river flows
restlessly to the sea beside.
Come, let us hold our hands
for a better tomorrow
where there are no Christians,
no Hindus, no Whites, no Blacks
neither rich, nor poor too
but only 'man and woman'
who lives and loves each other.

Mr. White and Me

Hello Mr. White,

Let me count the bricks

on the wall that stands

in between us:

One: a brick of religion

Two: a brick of caste

Three: a brick of class

Four: a brick of status

Five: a brick of food

Six: a brick of language

Seven: a brick of race...

Yes ! you're White!

Now Mr. White,

Let me count the branches

on the same tree that link

us each other:

One: a branch of blood

Two: a branch of emotion

Three: a branch of tear

Four: a branch of hunger

Five: a branch of death...

Yes ! we're Human!

OK. Mr. White,

Let me count the golden steps

I passed in the ladder that keeps

me in a better position than you:

One: a step of innocence

Two: a step of justice

Three: a step of truth

Four: a step of virtue

Five: a step of love

Six: a step of kindness...

Above all I am an Indian!