THE CREATOR

It being a day of rain,
I watched from the window pane,
The earth was almost drenched,
There was water all down the lane..

The climate was so cool,
The forest full of trees,
And under the ceiling,
I could hear some bees..

Just then i heard,
A voice clear n loud,
Perhaps it came from,
Somewer behind a cloud..

The voice complained,
Of the earth getting worst,
And compared its present,
With how it was first..

It made me an appeal,
To look after the earth,
Till my last breath,
And even in my next birth..

The voice at once vanished,
And it clicked to me later,
The speaker was none other,
Than the earth's own CREATOR..

---ANURAG

A SACRED TEACHER'S DAY

When i entered this college,
I knew my childhood had gone,
I started bunking lectures,
But made good use of the lawn.

My ego went on increasing,
I acted a bit mean,
More than my class and books,
I enjoyed the canteen.

Just then i met a group,
Of perhaps some divine creatures,
Yes,urll guessed it right,
They are my own teachers.

Love is what they always,
Awaited me to give,
They not only taught me life ,
But also how to live.

My life at that stage,
Took a fast rewind,
I stopped acting mean,
And turned calm n kind.

They enlightened our minds,
Like a morning sunrise,
Thus teaching me the values,
To be nice and wise.

They made my lectures colorful,
I forgot the lawn green,
Their words became my hunger,
I forgot the canteen.

I wud apologize to them today,
They silently bore my pranks,
I wud give them a heart today,
To say a big THANKS.

These words from my heart,
I hv arranged in a poetic tray,
To wish them a prosperous life,
And a 'SACRED TEACHER'S DAY'...............


-------ANURAG

JUST FOR U........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to wish the world,
all the very best,
coz' soon along with my soul,
in the grave m gonna rest.

Tell ur nearest colleague,
and all my best friends,
to remember me forever,
wen my life ends.

Dont shed any tears,
never cry for me in pain,
coz'death cannot conquer me,
it wud just be in vain.

Death wud just cover me,
under it i wud just creep,
no,i wont ever die,
it wud just be a sleep.

Dont u ever think of me,
you r my best friend among few,
i promise you of my next birth,
yes, JUST FOR U...............

----------ANURAG.

ON MY DEATH.............

I want to tell u about,
a person whom i met,
i know u wont believe,
it was my own death.

On meeting him first,
in sadness i was drowned,
coz the day wen i died,
no one even frowned.

The winds blew as usual,
the trees also swayed,
even my loved ones,
just cheered and gayed.

My friends forgot me,
my lover got someone new,
wat happened to my body,
i have no clue.

These are the few,
memories wich i had,
but thinking about this,
makes me really sad.

At the moment of my death,
i remember the rain was hard,
the memories of this rain,
is impossible to discard.

The reason of that rain,
to find out i tried,
and god said it was no rain,
but on my death- it was he who cried............

------ANURAG

TANTRA

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It started some years ago,

And it's still going on,

In the dept. of computers,

A new trend is born.

It comes once in a year,

Lasting a couple of days,

Giving a chance to enjoy,

Ofcourse in many ways.

It certainly enlightens us,

By teaching various tricks,

And displaying some talents,

In events like Robotics.

It changes into reality ,

The world of imagination,

Thus inventing new techniques,

In paper presentation.

It allows us to debate,

And to make a program run,

Not only being technical,

It even provides a great fun.

Its supported and organised,

By the "Computer Society of India",

We proudly give it a name,

Yes, its known as 'TANTRA'

-ANURAG PANIGRAHY(T.E.Comps)