CAROL OF GLORY

Having guided by a shining star

And trailing the same

Assembled they from near and far

The rendezvous of three magi

Bethlehem, the centre of the globe

Found they a humble cow shed

Where a savior was born

Upon where the star halted

To fulfill the prophecy

Holy infant tender and meek

Was laying in the stiff manger

 Overjoyed they seeing the baby

Bowing down to Him

Offered they gold, incense and myrrh

Angels cradling the child affectionately

Sang the carol of glory

Virgin Mother Mary was in total bliss

The child was illuminating the divine light

To cast out the darkness of the world

To redeem the sinner from the bondage

And to yield exceeding peace to all

By Noel Rai   

GLOOMY EVENING

Lone was I descending

Through a narrow bumpy steep mountainous suburb lane

On the fringe of the western horizon

Soon the sun was going to bid farewell

Chirping birds seemed hurried to their bough

And I was being more inquisitive

Driven by my own humanity

To take this abandoned path

To pay my spared homage

To my friend’s slumbered wife

Know I not where she is sleeping

But I know nearby old paternal dwelling

Down-down beneath the jagged rocks and mud

In deep, in eternal sleep, must be

I think, I pitied

And I know he will not see me stopping here

To search for, in this gloomy evening

As busy he’s downhill in his cozy fresh home

Deprived she is now

Of physical ailments and mental despair

And is reclining in undying peace

I think, I know,

Concealed she is in white rectangular dome above

Around which red, pink, yellow and white blooms

Roses along with the weeds

Bothers her not anything

Neither torrent rain nor the scorching sun,

A light darkening veil prevents me to go any further

Curious and inquisitive though I to bear

In this darkest evening of the year

Must be I back home to be a rationalist

To accomplish my life’s assigned duties.                                                               

Noel 21/03/2012

To my beloved Students of Mamley Jr.H.School,                                                                                                               05/09/2010

BURNING TORCH OF THE SOCIETY

Your are the burning torch of the society

You are the brightest morning star of humanity

Let it not turn off till you get yourself burnt out

For you have to pave the way

Because you have to lead your successors

To a brightest way

Although you have to climb a steep mountain

And go through the deepest valleys

Your firm determination

And self reliance will lead you to your destiny

You have to play a pivotal role in the society

But I know you have to face many hurdles

Economic constraint and social dilemmas

Didn’t great people walk on the pebbles?

Just think of Dr. Sarbapalli Radha Krishnan

Who digested all social dogmas

Yet, never gave up his high aspirations

At last, all walks of people fell in his admiration

Hence you are the delicate rays of the mighty sun

You have to consume all the agonies of the society

And you have to lead the masses to a blissful journey

05^th September 2010:          Noel Sir

Winter War

Decked in callous gloomy dress

Throwing chilled smile as of her face

Letting everyone know 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

Begun 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 the trumpet of its victory

A class of distinct people

Equipped with warm armour

Bestow cash for the funeral

As if performed his social duty

Date: 23/01/2012

DREAM GIRL

As I was slowly passing

Through a green lush meadow

The day was slowly dusking

The sun was being pale in the west

Giving its last spell

Upon the whole vale

My eyes fall upon a solitary girl

Sitting beneath an old tree

 Turning her back almost toward me

Gazing the ripened paddy intently

And casting a numbers of suspense upon me

Who she must be?

How she looks?

Her eyes must be piercing

She must be pretty one

Her long black hair confirms her beauty

Was flowing like the wave around her shoulder

(It obliged me to feel as if)

 I began to feel as if

Her slender figure was an appeal to me

I am not sure, if I was lured by her gesture

For suddenly my pace pauses unexpectedly

As if somebody pulling from behind

My inner myself get curious to know more

18 to 20 her age my heart predicts

A golden age of once life

An age full of vigour and anxiety

And as I paces ahead to discover her

Abruptly I get awaken

By the alarm of my morning clock

It was really a fantastic dream

I sit and ponder for a while

To catch the moment of the night

And regret for setting my clock

And I consol my poor mind

Go for only day dream

And work out on it to get life success

By Noel

Dated: 08/09/09, Mamley Jr.Sec.School.

ETERNAL BOND

Nita

I am as still as you had left me

I am as standing on the very crossroad

As where you had left me

Bearing all kinds of weather

Shivering in the frosty night

Burnt and exhausted in the sunny light

I am still looking intently from where you gone

But it is hard to believe

That you have left for heavenly abode

For your voices still echoes in me

In every corner of house

Even in my deep sleep

You lovingly whispering

You dearly touching me

And I do cry within my breast

Although I try to squeeze my heart

I do live every moment

Only for your little child

Whom can I express my melancholy?

Where can I lay my weighty head?

How can I forget your last wishes?

It is only your heir whom I kiss

Be sure, taking all kinds of risk

Shall I till your only garden

In all weather till I get finished

Now I have been left behind alone

With only fond memories to recall

Moments spent together in joy and sorrows

Memories talked of cherished goals

If only you were here I could share

And would have definitely rejoiced

The bond you tighten with me

Is forever and ever, I assure

I know you fought the battle bravely

And you deserve to be called a martyr

I know you did your best to live

To see the world you made

I too did my best to save

With my all effort and wit

Yet, who knows the God’s will

How sarcastic

The day you dawned on this earth

The day you preferred to leave us

How merciless the Creator

Hadn’t thought, will I be offering

A handful of earth to my beloved

On her birthday

On her fragile body

I am sorry Nita

With a broken heart

I bade you Goodbye for your eternal abode

Your Rosan with Adarsh

A heartfelt tribute

From Noel Rai

24.06.09  she died on 24.06.2008

Even God Himself was amazed in His own creation.

Beast In Beauty

Might He wondered in His own creation

Seeing the most excellent work ever He did

Might He murmured Himself,

‘Can’t I ever make perhaps such others"

Unaware of her exquisite beauty

Grew she like the wave of sea

Unnoticed, she turned into youth

Like the Lilly of the spring

Every step she moved

Illuminated she the celestial grace and charm

She was the adorable of all

People said ‘poor she’

‘Creator didn't do her just’

But she didn't mind what she was

For being forbidden to see the beautiful world

But was intelligent enough to filter every word

Yet the laughter of plain eyes

Drew everyone’s attention twice

Like the high tide of the sea

She rose and fell

As natural instinct, heart she did unveil

To a finest man, whom she claimed

A strong man full of youth and vitality

Who loved her so dearly

They adored each other

Like do any crazy lover

They took walks everywhere

And vowed not to betray in any weather

They talked of their future plan

Sometimes they roamed in calm

She was the darling of him

They said ‘poor he’

‘Creator didn't do him just’

As he was an ugliest stuff

A deep scar on his left cheek

Appeared to others a horrifying beast

A pair of deep eyes though was bright

Indicated left while the things were in right

And long bent nose

Messed his all pose

But the profound love and care he gave

Made her wild and hysteric

Discontent made him was her eyes

Although elegance and virtues all she possessed

Still incomplete, he realized

He scolded the Creator

But with great devotion he called her God

Just to make her a perfect girl

Having heard his earnest prayer

With great thunder, in compulsion

Descended down the Creator

To make the secret clear

At once at His celestial touch

Enlightened her latent sight

She amazed how beautiful the world is

She could see the birds flying joyfully in the blue skies

Butterflies gliding above the colourful flowers

And she could make out ugly out of beauty

That’s what made everything worst

Strides she out horridly to the mirror

Astonished at her own towering beauty

Enthralled with joy, she turns back

Behind the bouquet hiding his face

Exited but firm, uttered a familiar voice

‘Looking you gorgeous, my love’

‘Now you are my perfect girl’

A terrible current shocked her

As she seized the flower

Screamed she as if a ghost is in front of her

And the mirror shattered behind her

The bouquet too scattered over the floor

‘Utterly intolerable’, urged her mind

Straight she said, ‘you no match to my beauty’

He bowed and begged for her love

Asked if he has committed any fault

Dumping his several earnest appeal

She left him like the left over peel

Like a child he cried and yelled

Realizing his own error

For begging eyes for her

Rushed he home

Seeing swollen eyes

Condoled his mother, ‘poor my child’,

‘Learn to distinguish beast out of beauty

Outer beauty is temporary

Seek such a heart where there lies inner beauty’

By Noel Rai         

31/12/2011