Saturday, 31 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Who Are You ?
You are omnipotent
You are a tireless ambassador
Neither fast nor slow
Wait for none
You are omnipresent
Neither solid nor liquid or gas
But you are there
Nothing happened to come
Without you
Even a baby didn’t born
Before nine
Neither a rooster crow
Before time
You are wealth
You are wisdom
Whoever dignified you
Became rich and famous
You are alpha
You are omega
Yet, I ask you
Who are you?
Give everyone wisdom
To understand your values
01/03/2012
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Go ahead and plant your potatoes
An old man lived alone in (suburb) Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.
His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.
Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year.
I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot.If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.
Love, Dad
..........
Shortly, the old man received this telegram:
"For Heaven's sake, Dad,don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!"
At 4a.m. The next morning,
A dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.
His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here."
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Winter War
Decked in callous gloomy dress
Throwing chilled smile as of her face
Letting know everyone of her presence
Covers she all with an arctic blanket
Receives they with a cozy smile
A class of distinct people
Equipped with warm armour
Diluted blood with toxic liquor
Blends her existence
In their wintry cocktail party
Ooops ! A wretched season this is
For the masses living line below poverty
A brutal war once again
Between poor and winter
Pulling up the shabby blanket
Curls within him a shivering bagger
Upon the stiff nude concrete
Misty winter morn emerge as usual
Blowing trumpet of its victory
A class of distinct people
Equipped with warm armour
Bestow cash for the funeral
As if performed his earthly duty
Date: 23/01/2012
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