Heart of the Woods

There is a place in the heart of the woods

Looks like a meadow in the light

There the flowers slowly bloom

Preparing to fight the dark of night

Look, here comes along the light of the moon

With its silver it makes the flowers glow

Together they beat the blackness soon

It’s a story the children will want to know

So you see how all is well

It’s been a victory for the good

A war raged on and the forces fell

Of night in the heart of the woods

Revolution- A Poem

I was the freedom the black slave called

I was the land of the Catholic Lord

I was the magpie’s cry of fear

I was the signal that truth was near

I was the Muslims’ voice galore

I was Shakespeare’s sonnet when they said encore

I was the Britishers’ silver mines

So well set upon Indian lines

I was the last run on the very last ball

I was the reason of the Spartans’ fall

I was the garden of the Mughal kings

I was the hope of the lark that sings

I was the dust, the water, the wine

Of all the men, through history, and time

The wheel I was, and firearms too

I was the how, the why and who

I am the flags on the window panes

I am the enemies’ efforts in vain

I am here today, but sit and wait

‘Revolution’ is my name, the world is my bait.