The Squeaky squirrel

Squeaky squirrel is a little sad
His bushy tail is looking bad
Once it was a shiny one
Then someone used it
As a baby’s bottlebrush!

But he likes the baby
So he’s no longer sad
The baby’s mother has
promised him a good bath!

My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)

Where the mountains touch the sky
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly
A secret place above the crowd
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak
And see the soon-to-be we seek
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise
To the mountains old and wise.

Climbers climb, it's time to try
Where the mountains touch the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now...
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow!

Where the ocean meets the sky
Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly
A place in DREAMS, I know so well
The sea inside a single shell.

Far across the living sea
A pale blue possibility
Beyond the castles made of sand
Tomorrow in a small child's hand.

Only DREAMERS need apply
Where the ocean meets the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now...
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

A common ground for one and all
Behind the crystal waterfall
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM.

Imagine such a goal in sight
For red and yellow, black and white
New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome
Earth is the place that we call home.

Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv
One race HUMAN, we still believe
It matters what we say and do
This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU!

When walls of hate have fallen fast
When prejudice has long since passed
When last is first and first is last

Come DREAM with me
Where the forest reach the sky
Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy.

No thorns of war, a perfect rose
This is where Gandhi's DREAM grows
Whisper now; let the DREAM begin
It's time to trust the truth within.

This is where we seek and find
A gift in being colorblind
DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high
Where the forest reach the sky.

Take me there. Oh take me now
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

Now, listen close, the future calls...
Build your bridges and tear down walls!
For time has taught and so it seems
Realities are born of DREAMS!

Blessed are the peacemakers...

Morning

Morning
Wraps me softly

In a blanket of grey
Touches my eyelids

With pale, cool fingers
Sings in my ears

A twittering sparrow
Tugs at my arms

Lifts me gently
From my bed

Saying
Another day is here.

Round and Round

The whirling fan
Touching my cheek

With its butterfly breath
A constant breeze

Blowing summer away
Ruffling my hair

Cooling my neck
Oops!

Making my papers fly!

Childhood

Is it funny
Would it be strange
To see a young girl
Go dancing around
the market place
Or climb trees by the highway
Or flick an orange from a cart
Or sing to the silent nightingale
Or smile at the nodding flowers
Or rush to hug you
When you'd rather think
a casual Hullo! would do
Or talk to the stars
and splash in the puddles
made by rain

Would it be strange
if she never grew up
and chose to remain the same.

The Sparrow's Nest

Oh, why does the sparrow
build a nest in the rain?
Won't the downpour
wash the nest away?
Asked the child, to her grandmother.

Monsoon is a time
when there are
lots of worms,
and that means food
for the little ones!

That's why sparrows build
a nest in the rain,
said the grandmother with a smile.

Flower on the Road

Spring has come,
said the bougainvillea
Crimson, orange, cream
and yellow
Making a flower wall
along the road
I bring happiness
to all.
Wait, said the
little flower
on the edge of the kerb
I, too, blossom
though I am small
Every now and then
a little child walks past,
sees me
at her height
And happily smiles.

Doesn't that make us comrades
on the road!