PEACE IN FUTURE???

Is there peace & happiness on e-a-r-t-h?

Yes, if your h-e-a-r-t thinks it that way.
But, it is shattering to pieces.
May be, a “piece” of “peace” is still there.
No, it is vanishing with the good.

THE SWEET KNIGHT

He is the one to fight
With all his strength & might
To raise the nation's height
Against the enemy's plight

He is the one with bravery
And can stand solitary
Enters the enemy's boundary
To get the sign of victory

He reaches his home country
With happiness and peace signatory
Which brightens the dark night
He is none other than " The Sweet Knight"!

How I started to write.....

The poem "GOD OF..." is the first one I wrote in the year 1999. As I started writing this poem I just wrote two lines. Then I felt that the first line’s end word is the beginning of the second line. I thought to continue it the same way and end up in an end.

The poem " THE AGED ENGLISH " was written as a love towards the language. Ending the words with age was just a thought I felt at that moment. I like to write poems that is simple & that rhymes.

I would like my poems to be read by people and children especially, so that they feel to get atleast some message of goodness from my poems.

GOOD x BAD ANTONYM

The good is always few & short
The bad lasts for a time so long

The good is simply forgotten
The bad is easily remembered

To strive for the good is hard
To commit the bad is simple

To follow the good is difficult
To follow the bad is easy

The good is always in contraction
The bad is on the move for expansion

The good is never borne by the bad
The bad is always borne by the good

The beauty of good is that the good remains
The beauty of bad is that it perishes

The good will never end
The bad will always begin

These lines may end with an antonym
Do they give the poem a synonym?

SWEET LITTLE "ay"s

Short and sweet they say
To read it there’s no pay

A time to work and a time to play
A time to lay and a time to pray

Oh! To see the beautiful bay
Is there leisure anyway?

Jan, Feb, March, April, May
Each Month can run like a day

While the sun shines, make hay
Be the proverb put the other way

To make the rhyme to stay
On the move, not to slay

You will feel to tell nay
As the length of the poem lay

Before you so do say
I end this unbroken pot of clay

POEM-COMPOSING

Poem writing is an art
Which rattles from the heart
Like the wheels of the cart
Which runs to the mart

Its need is to be thought
That is imaginary thought
It can only be thought
But it cannot be taught

The poets are not in clique
But their poems become relic
The poets' lives are lasting
Their poems are everlasting.