Tuesday, November 29, 2011
|Dr Ram Sharma in Salawa Village near Meerut, UP, India|
I REMEMBER YOU ! MY VILLAGE
A POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA
I still remember you , my village
Two big ponds at its entrance
Mingling of three ways
Like Ganga, Yamuna , Saraswati
Orchards of fragrant mangoes
Cool, serene Ganges Canal
Chirping of birds, dancing of peacocks
Swinging on the boughs of trees
Loving and playing with trees
Going with our bags to school
Through the dusty , muddy ways
Shinning of sun, moon rays
Celeberation of festivals
Singing of girls` group before Holi
Diwali crackers, Holi fervor
I still remember you, my village
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
If anyone went on for a thousand years asking of life: "Why are you living?" ...
LIFE... if it could answer, would only say, "I live so that I may live."
That is because life lives out of its own ground and springs from its own source..
and so it lives without asking why it is itself living.
-- Meister Eckhart (1260-1329)