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.

CELL PHONE

In a world full of innovation and wonder,
The cell phone was born, a technological thunder.
A miracle, they said, connecting us all,
Bringing people together, both great and small.

It was a wonder, a marvel, a sight to behold,
But little did we know, the story would unfold.
Now it's a miracle of a different kind,
For it's disconnecting us, all at a time.

From children to elders, everyone's consumed,
Lost in their screens, their minds entombed.
Family dinners are silent, no words to be heard,
As each member stares at their glowing bird.

The wife with her phone, the husband with his own,
Their son and daughter, each in their own zone.
No one looks up, no one shares a smile,
Caught in a digital world, mile after mile.

When will we wake up, when will we see,
The real world around us, the beauty that's free?
Put down the phones, look into each other's eyes,
Savor the moment, before it flies.

Let's disconnect from the online facade,
And reconnect with the ones we've had.
It's time to live in reality,
And cherish the moments of family.