The Apple Tree

From that high apple-tree, my love,
That somehow bent in Eden
Its branches down above the sleeping pair

(Mouth near to mouth, plaited together,
Bread newly baked in god's great oven)...
From that early happy grove

I think your fingers bring me
Leaves, your mouth air and water.
Through your kisses, I, time's prisoner,

Undo the stubborn bolts and enter
Where none have gone before. Your body
Is my wild apple-tree, my poor man's treasure.

Dublin

Grey brick upon brick,
Declamatory bronze
On sombre pedestals-
O'Connell, Grattan, Moore-
And the brewery tugs and the swans
On the balustraded stream
And the bare bones of a fanlight
Over a hungry door
And the air soft on the cheek
And porter running from the taps
With a head of yellow cream
And Nelson on his pillar
Watching his world collapse.

This was never my town ,
I was not born nor bred
Nor schooled here and she will not
Have me alive or dead
But yet she holds my mind
With her seedy elegance,
With her gentle veils of rain
And all her ghosts that walk
And all that hide behind
Her Georgian facades-
The catcalls and the pain,
The glamour of her squalor,
The bravado of her talk.

The lights jig in the river
With a concertina movement
And the sun comes up in the morning
Like barley-sugar on the water.
And the mist on the Wicklow hills
Is close, as close
As the peasantry were to the landlord,
As the Irish to the Anglo-Irish,
As the killer is close one moment
To the man he kills,
Or as the moment itself
Is close to the next moment.

She is not an Irish town
And she is not English,
Historic with guns and vermin
And the cold renown
Of a fragment of Church latin,
Of an oratorical phrase.
But oh the days are soft,
Soft enough to forget
The lesson better learnt,
The bullet on the wet
Streets, the crooked deal,
The steel behind the laugh,
The Four Courts burnt.

Fort of the Dane,
Garrison of the Saxon,
Augustan capital of a Gaelic nation,
Appropiating all the alien brought,
You give me time for thought
And by a juggler's trick
You poise the toppling hour-
O greyness run to flower,
Grey stone, grey water,
And brick upon grey brick.

The Cap and Bells

The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.

It rose in a straight blue garment
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;

But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pale night-gown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.

He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off in the air.

'I have cap and bells,' he pondered,
'I will send them to her and die';
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.

She laid them upon her bosom
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of the air.

She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.

They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.

You Are Old, Father William

This is an exerpt from Alice in Wonderland.

"You are old, Father William", the young man said,
And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
*
"In my youth", Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
*
"You are old", said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door --
Pray, what is the reason for that?"
*
"In my youth", said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment - one shilling the box -
Allow me to sell you a couple?"
*
"You are old", said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak -
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"
*
"In my youth", said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."
*
"You are old", said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose -
What made you so awfully clever?"
*
"I have answered three questions, and that is enough",
Said his father, "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"

The Host of the Air

O'Driscoll drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.

And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,
And dreamed of the long dim hair
Of Bridget his bride.

He heard while he sang and dreamed
A piper piping away
And never was piping so sad
And never was piping so gay.

And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.

The dancers crowded about him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.

But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
Away fom the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.

The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He sat and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.

He played with the merry old men
And thought not of evil chance,
Until one bore Bridget his bride
Away from the merry dance.

He bore her away in his arms,
The handsomest young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.

O'Driscoll scattered the cards
And out of his dream awoke:
Old men and young men and young girls
Were gone like a drifting smoke;

But he heard high up in the air
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.

In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markiewicz

The light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos,both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving Autumn shears
Blossom from the Summer's wreath;
The older is condemned to death,
Pardoned, drags out lonely years
Conspiring among the ignorant.
I know not what the younger dreams-
Some vague Utopia-and she seems,
When withered old and skeleton-gaunt,
An image of such politics.
Many a time I think to seek
One or the other out and speak
Of that old Georgian mansion, mix
Pictures of the mind, recall
That table and the talk of youth,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.

Dear shadows, now you know it all,
All the folly of a fight
With a common wrong or right.
The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time;
Arise and bid me strike a match
And strike another till time catch;
Should the conflagration climb,
Run till all the sages know.
We the great gazebo built,
They convicted us of guilt;
Bid me strike a match and blow.

Poem in October

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second In the still sleeping town and set forth.

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.

A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
Blackbirds and the sun of October
Summery
On the hill's shoulder,
Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
Come in the morning where I wandered and listened
To the rain wringing
Wind blow cold
In the wood faraway under me.

Pale rain over the dwindling harbour
And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
With its horns through mist and the castle
Brown as owls
But all the gardens
Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.
There could I marvel
My birthday
Away but the weather turned around.

It turned away from the blithe country
And down the other air and the blue altered sky
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants
And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels

And the twice told fields of infancy
That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
These were the woods the river and sea
Where a boy
In the listening
Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
And the mystery
Sang alive
Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
Joy of the long dead child sang burning
In the sun.
It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
O may my heart's truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year's turning.

Love Lives Beyond the Tomb

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep:
'Tis happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve's dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

'Tis seen in flowers,
And in the morning's pearly dew;
In earth's green hours,
And in the heaven's eternal blue.

'Tis heard in Spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angel's wing
Bring love and music to the mind.

And where's the voice,
So young, so beautiful, and sweet
As Nature's choice,
Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

The Three Hermits

THREE old hermits took the air
By a cold and desolate sea,
First was muttering a prayer,
Second rummaged for a flea;
On a windy stone, the third,
Giddy with his hundredth year,
Sang unnoticed like a bird.
'Though the Door of Death is near
And what waits behind the door,
Three times in a single day
I, though upright on the shore,
Fall asleep when I should pray.'
So the first but now the second,
'We're but given what we have earned
When all thoughts and deeds are reckoned
So it's plain to be discerned
That the shades of holy men,
Who have failed being weak of will,
Pass the Door of Birth again,
And are plagued by crowds, until
They've the passion to escape.'
Moaned the other, 'They are thrown
Into some most fearful shape.'
But the second mocked his moan:
'They are not changed to anything,
Having loved God once, but maybe,
To a poet or a king
Or a witty lovely lady.'
While he'd rummaged rags and hair,
Caught and cracked his flea, the third,
Giddy with his hundredth year,
Sang unnoticed like a bird.

The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the winding of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
and the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Fern Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
but something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Men improve with the Years

I am worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in book
A pictured beauty,
Pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet and yet
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth;
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams..

Nature

The sight of the hills is a beauty
The bright moon is the sign of purity 
The flow of the river is a murmuring music
The act of the sun is so philanthropic.
The rain of the clouds is very refreshing 
The blowing of the wind is so soothing
The roaring of the ocean has its own reason
How charming is the changing of the season! 

The wide blue sky above and high
Gives us space to dream and to fly
How nice the dew drops on the leaves to see! 
Everything has its own beauty, fly or a flea
The trees tells us how to give food, shadow and shelter
How sweet to quench our thirst with fresh cool water! 
Does life thrive without the mercy of the great nature? 

Himalayas

The Himalayas
Abodes of snow
Truly the ranges
Where gods reside.

Sun keeps crawling
Across the peaks
Gorgeous beauty
Beckons the climbers.

Hillary and Norgay
Took no rest
Until they reached
Mount Everest.

There were others
Who scaled the peaks
And there were many
Who could never reach.

Nanga Parbat
Kanchenjunga
Mount Kailash...
Just a few peaks.

Ganges and Indus
Mekong and Yangtze...
Perennial rivers start
And civilization flows.

Pangong Tso
Gurudongamar
Manasarovar...
Lakes galore.

Himalaya mountains
Panoramic views
Invite us all
To behold and rejoice.

Save tigers

Tiger is India’s national animal, It is a carnivores.

Its color is black and orange, And it also eats herbivores.

People are killing tiegrs, Tigers are vanishing rapidly.

People are floging their skin, And are happy to earn money.

Tigers are very important part, Of the food chain.

If they will be extinct, There will be nothing for decomposers to gain.

The plants will start sulking, And the food chain will be unstable.

We have to save our tigers, And have to make it able.

Lets start to protect these animals, And see our eco system stay happily.

We will save our national animal, And increase their number to infinity.

Plants

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In the heart of a seed,
Buried deep so deep,
A tiny plant
Lay fast asleep.
"Wake," said the sunshine,
"And creep to the light."
"Wake," said the voice
Of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard
And it rose to see,
What the wonderful,
Outside world might be.

Trees

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TREE
Branches, leaves, flowers, 
Birds, nests and happy hours, 
Suddenly there are axes, 
Cutting of trees, 
Rising of towers, 
Ecological imbalance, 
Green house effect, 
New diseases, 
Don`t cut the tree, 
Tree is life, 
Save trees 

Save girl child

Save the girl child-SAVERA
My Little Nobody, My Little nobody
You are a great parody
I saw your mother crying
And heard your father dying
For I can feel your pain
But still in vain
Tonight in the face of dawn
Long before you are born
Before you can become a pearl
They will kill you, kill you
For just being an innocent Girl.
Still our life is just a caricature
Mixed of poison and anger
And not of honey and nectar
For I pray in church
Beside the dead old birch
May you be saved from” Horror Caved”
Scissors like tanks Of doctors of Ranks
Hippocrates of world
May forgive you, you a girl.
My most precious gem
I understand you as anybody
But still is it fair to forget my ally
For I will creep beneath every instant
And save you from any catastrophe
May not be dearth of bereavement
Even if you are not my relation
Still you and I are the combination
My little nobody, My little nobody
I know people are going to scorn
But before this dawn –I PROMISE
I would save you this time
Not for me or for you
But it’s a secret that there are a lot like you
The day when you will become a bride
Everyone will praise you that day.
My little nobody, my little nobody
A long after my death
You will be alive to tell my mission
That you are a no stranger
To tell a saga to somebody
The tale of-The account of nobody.. 

Doughter

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DAUGHTER
A POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA
The affection of a father is, daughter, 
Sweet melody of a song is, daughter, 
Live dream of every passionis, daughter, 
A unique gift of universe is, daughter
Dear of dearest face is, daughter, 
Don`t pluck these flowers, 
Let them blossom

I AM RAISING THE THE PROBLEM OF FOETICIDE THROUGH MY POEM. WE HAVE TO PROTECT GIRLS INPLACE OF KILLING THEM 

Child labour

Why should we suffer? 
Why should we pay? 
Why should we do this everyday? 
We are tired of doing this everyday
Stop child labour

It’s like they don’t know how we feel
Because our age doesn’t seem that real
But we feel more pain than they do
And for what they’re doing
They should be sued
We are sick of doing this everyday
Stop child labour

Our cuts and bruises aren’t healing
As we do this day by day
It’s like they feel, but have no feelings
And aren’t bothered of what we have to say
We are tired of doing this everyday
Stop child labour

They get paid with the tears we shed
We get no love or a bed
We need some help
So someone help us please
Help us get some dignity
Have the courage to raise your voice
To help those in need
Those whose voices are so shattered
And whose lungs cannot breathe
We are sick of doing this everydaya
Stop child labour

Our sunken eyes are tired of crying
Our hearts are sick of dying
Just remember
You were a child once too
We deserve a life
A life where we have no work to do
We are tired of doing this everyday
Stop child labour
So what we’re saying is not just noise
If you had a heart
You’d hear a voice
And stop child labour 

Brother

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Brother to brother
I know that I can always coun on you
Because you are my brther
And I am your brother also
Brother to brother
Your life is different than mine
You live in Brazil
I live in Canad a country that is more advanced in technology
Brother to brother
I will pray for you
Eventhough you don't believe in God
Brother to brother I will email you more frequently
Brother to brother I will sing you a song
Brother to brother I hope the saints will go to Sao paulo and watch you While you are sleeping 

Art

'YES, let Art go, if it must be
That with it men must starve —
If Music, Painting, Poetry
Spring from the wasted hearth!'
Yes, let Art go, till once again
Through fearless heads and hands
The toil of millions and the pain
Be passed from out the lands:
Till from the few their plunder falls
To those who've toiled and earned
But misery's hopeless intervals
From those who've robbed and spurned.
Yes, let Art go, without a fear,
Like Autumn flowers we burn,
For, with her reawakening year,
Be sure she will return! —
Return, but greater, nobler yet
Because her laurel crown
With dew and not with blood is wet,
And as our Queen sit down! 

Sister

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Sister, sister
save my soul
sister, sister
don't leave me alone.

Sister, sister
he is here
sister, sister
he grows near.

Sister, sister
hold me tight
sister, sister
put up a fight.

Sister, sister
don't let go
sister, sister
stay with me.

Sister, sister
don't please him
sister, sister
it's not worth it.

Sister, sister
tell him no
sister sister
please don't go.

Sister, sister
please come back
sister, sister
take off that sack.

Sister, sister
don't give in
sister, sister
have faith in Him.

Sister, sister
wipe your tears
sister, sister
fight your fears.

Sister, sister
please stay strong
sister, sister
you know this is wrong.

Sister, sister
please forgive me
sister, sister
don't try to save me.

Sister, sister
you are free
sister, sister
get off your knees.

sister, sister
please, don't forget me. 

Rose

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A single rose to lane
A single rose to slain
A single rose to hide my pain

A single rose to turn the tide
A single rose to make roads wide
A single rose as my guild

A single rose to rise the soul
A single rose to widen the hole
A single rose to achieve a goal

A single rose to melt the heart
A single rose to force a start
A single rose to cult

A single rose to freeze my body
A single rose to mourn this memory
A single rose to start a life
A single rose to end the strife 

Raksha bandhan

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You were there for me when I was young,

You were there to protect me when I was adventurous,

You were there to guide me when I was confused,

I am what I am because of you and all I want to say is Thank you.

I tie this Rakhi and pray for you,

May you have good health and remain strong,

Achieve prosperity and live for long. 

Blessed to have a sister like you,

a constant friend, you never left me and went

a wonderful guide, on you I have relied

a treasure house of wisdom, you are never out of patience,

what would life be, without a sister like you.

I promise you my love, I promise you my care

This Raksha Bandhan and others we shall share,

Our bond will remain forever and grow stronger with time

With love in our hearts, there is no mountain we cannot climb. 

A part of my soul, a part of my heart,

Dear Brother, we are together in spirit even when apart

You guide me for every step I take,

And stop me before I make a mistake,

With my Rakhi, I send you love

that will bring you health and good luck. 

As I put the tikka and as I pray

for your wellbeing on this special day

I remember your love and your care

though you never said it, I knew you would always be there.

This holy day of Raksha Bandhan

we strengthen our bond and make a connection

which will remain as life progresses,

in uncertain times, in unknown directions.

I rely on you my dear brother,

and hope that you rely on me too,

for I shall be there till the very end,

on me, you know you can depend. 

Thank you, dear sister

For all you are

A constant support, I know you are never far

Your love and care is a treasure I hold dear

This Raksha Bandhan, I promise to be there

whenever you may need me, you’ll find me standing near