Agriculture Going

 In grandfather's time,  fields green, 

Our paddy fields flourished bright.  

Plenty crops without machine, 

Nature's yield,  a pure delight.  

Red grams in winter's cold, 

Harvested with tender care.  

Mango grooves in summer bold, 

Sweet fruits diverse beyond compare.  

Now those days are far behind, 

Climate changes farmers mourn.  

Fields once lush,  now hard to find, 

Agriculture feels forlorn.  

Our Nature, Protecting Nature

In the embrace of nature, humans find solace
But if we continue to harm it, we'll lose our safe palace
Land degradation, loss of pollinators, greenhouse gas emissions
Resulting from our actions, causing irreversible missions;

Human infections, about 60 percent from animals they say
A grim reminder of how we're connected in every way
Coastal habitat loss threatens us with floods and hurricanes
Nature's decline will lead to more global pains;

Poverty, hunger, health issues, water scarcity
All exacerbated by our lack of foresight and clarity
Climate change, dying oceans, disappearing lands
All results of our irresponsible demands;

We must take action, before it's too late
To preserve nature's beauty, before it's our fate
To live in a world devoid of trees, rivers, and skies
To see the demise of life before our eyes;

Let's protect nature, for our sake and its own
For a future where its beauty can be shown
Let's work together to heal the wounds we've caused
And ensure a safe future, where nature's applause.

Teacher, A Rare Jewellery

A Teacher is a nation builder,
Shaping minds, hearts, and souls with care,
Guiding students on the path of knowledge,
With wisdom and compassion, always there.

They stand as pillars of society,
After parents, the ones we look up to,
Instilling values, morals, and discipline,
Mentors who help us grow and renew.

But what if a teacher is killed by the students,
A heinous act of violence and despair,
What does it say about our society,
Where respect and reverence are rare?

Are we descending into darkness,
From ignorance to a darker age,
Or are we striving for enlightenment,
From enlightenment to a new stage?

Oh God, save my nation from such fate,
Where teachers are not safe in their own schools,
Let their dedication and sacrifice not be in vain,
Protect them from harm, make them true jewels.

For a teacher is more than just a profession,
They are the architects of our future,
Let us honor and cherish their contribution,
And build a nation strong, just, and secure.

Wi-Man (Woman)

O women, you are a lioness,

Fierce and strong, brave and fearless.
We admire your courage and grace,
In this world where you find your place.

You are the heartbeat of our homes,
The backbone of our society,
With your wisdom and your love,
You nurture us with such piety.

Your strength knows no bounds,
You face challenges head on,
With determination in your eyes,
You fight until the battle is won.

We resolve to do everything,
To honor and respect you,
For all that you do for us,
And all that you go through.

You are the ones who give life,
And nurture it with care,
You are the embodiment of love,
A love that is beyond compare.

We pledge to stand by your side,
To support you in all that you do,
To lift you up when you are down,
And to always stand true.

O women, you are a lioness,
With a heart full of fire,
We salute you and vow to do,
Everything to lift you higher.

For you deserve all the respect,
And all the love in this world,
For you are the strength,
That makes our lives unfurled.

Shadows of the Unknown-Short Story

One night I was walking through the dark woods when I thought I heard someone following me. My heart was pounding and I was too scared to look back. Suddenly I saw a fire on some trees and my fear grew even more. I ran as fast as I could until I reached some houses. I prayed to God for safety and finally made it home. But even after getting home I couldn't shake the feeling of being chased by demons. That night I had a dream where demons were chasing me and I woke up in a panic. It took me a while to realize I was safe in my own bed. From that day on I made sure to avoid walking through the woods at night!

Swacch Bharat

In the heart of Mahatma Gandhi's dream,
Lies a vision of a nation pristine and clean,
Swachha Bharat, a land so green,
Where the air is pure and the waters serene.

He stood against untouchability,
And saw Harijans as children of divinity,
He preached love, truth, and simplicity,
And believed in the power of unity.

Gandhi saw the importance of villages,
And the need for sustainable practices,
He promoted farming and self-reliance,
And believed in the strength of resilience.

"Customer is God," he would say,
And advocated for fair trade every day,
In his eyes, every soul was equal,
And every life was valuable.

Swachha Bharat is his legacy,
A vision of a land that's free,
From pollution and dirt and debris,
A place where all can thrive and be.

To achieve this dream, we must all unite,
And work together, day and night,
Plant trees, use jute and paper bags,
Say no to plastic and pollution's flags.

Embrace electric vehicles, say no to fuel,
Let's make our cities clean and cool,
Swachh Bharat is within our reach,
If we all do our part and preach.

Let's honor Gandhi's legacy,
And make his dream a reality,
A Swachh Bharat, clean and green,
A land of beauty, yet unseen.

Vijayawada

Vijayawada, city of beauty on Krishna's shore,
Where students flock for knowledge, seeking more,
Durga Temple stands tall, a sight to behold,
Mary’s Church in Gunadala, stories untold.

Buddhist caves whisper stories of old,
In this city, religious tolerance is gold,
A bustling railway station, connecting far and wide,
Vijayawada, where cultures collide.

From every corner, people come to learn,
In this city, education takes its turn,
On the banks of the Krishna, where dreams are made,
Vijayawada, where history never fades.

Surrounded by the hustle,
he watches dreams rise,
men and women, young and old,
inspired by his vision,
of equality and truth.

Children laugh nearby,
their voices mingle with the breeze,
stories of change whisper,
under the shade of sturdy trees,
where history meets every step.

An icon, a wonder,
here in the middle of the city,
reminding us all,
that strength grows from knowledge,
and justice is a path we walk together.