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       The Right Leg First

Right leg first on the day last,

Was about to cross the visionary missionary gates.

To embrace forever the world ahead.

     End of Term spelled joy

  And excitement in thoughts

     And dreams of a new School, new place

 New friends, new groups, new everything!

My dreams were realized

And everything, was bestowed.

My gallant entry into new world,

Made me realize incompleteness

                                               

                                                                                              And I did indeed.

Fleeting time taught me,

Where really glorious life was.

Yes, the days! The Middle School Days,

Was what I missed.

        Memories ignited nostalgia

     That latched to my brain.

Principal’s speech to the graduating batch,

And even her beyond memorable regular ones .

Mentors’ benevolently strict guide,

Allowing the buds of friendship and knowledge

Grow into trees that bore the sweetest fruits.

Each moment, each experience was special.

  

  Now I Understand,

           

 It was my second home  

 I entered twelve years back

 With my right leg first on day first.

                                                                                                                                Composed By:

                                                                                                                           PRANAV KUMAR 

Dawn signals time to unfold the blanket,

His eyes embrace reality as eyelids part.

“Oh the same rugged miserable life”, the old man exclaims.

As he sits on where he previously slept.

His eyes search around for his daily bread,

And triumphs for he reserves some,

Yet there are days scarce penny.

Morning meal is his day dream.

His eyes move around coordinating his hands,

With fingers pointing up in a sight of helplessness.

Each pedestrian increments his hopes.

His heart shatters every time time he’s left sans help.

But his fingers turn towards earth for blessing,

Each time he receives a penny.

Morning passes as noon commences

His hands count the pennies.

Had they been optimum,

He would have satisfied his crave for a mid-day meal.

Noon gives way for evening to arrive

He continues his job, coz

His old weary body has no alternative.

Night falls as he counts again,

Setting off for his first and final meal.

Returning back to his place,

Lying down on the same open ground,

His eyes close with a wish.

A wish that they never open again.

This isn’t the end, hold on.

His slumber initiates a dream.

A dream where he emancipates his emotions into a family,

A family having his son, his wife and his daughters.

A family where he is taken care of!

A family who he takes care of!

He hugs them all, as tears ooze out of his eyes.

Life’s such sunny!

 But,

The villain- The dawn, breaks to interrupt.

           ----------------------------Composed By 

                                                              PRANAV KUMAR