Exams...!!!!

Principle of selective depravity put to work...
Those unfortunate souls, to pretend to know...

To portray the disarrayed thoughts...
Of unstable minds and frayed nerves...

So happens the vintage ritual...
So fondly called Exams...

Where students pretend to write...
Where students pretend to 'know'...

Random questions that never helps knowledge...
Trials to irritate, never to educate...

Traps all imagination...
Cramps all expectations...

Declaring war on all that's good...
That makes education worth its while...

After all its just a grade and a mark...
Which speak for none that matter...

Ooh Mother Earth, what has Man done to you?

Amidst the generous expanse of green grass...
Stands a large white flower...
Fluttering in the breeze...

Hopes a'high I walk over...
Alas, twas a plastic bag catching the wind...

Deep among the trees flows a rippling brook...
Sparkles and glitters like a thousand stars...

Hopes a'high I walk over...
Alas, they're hundreds of candy wrappers...

Smoke fills the skies once blue...
Honks fill the countrysides once quiet...
Chemicals destroy the water once pure...

Icebergs melting...
Lands laid bare...
Seas with oil slicks..

Ooh Mother Earth, what has Man done to you?

Once a beautiful planet of green and blue...
Serene lands and beautiful seas...
Mesmerizing flowers and enchanting birds...
Skies of turquoise for the day...
And glassy black fro the night...
Home to creatures small and big...

Ooh Mother Earth, what has Man done to you?

The night sky...

Looking above in the dead of the night...
A brilliantly starry sky awaits the gaze...

Specks of sparkling dust spewn across the eye...
That are those mighty constellations afar...

Been there for a billion years watching us...
Appearing to us only in the pale moonlight...

A twinkle there, a twinkle here...
And a sense of peace with night breeze near..

Night rain...

Its calm into the deep dark night...
Its cool outside with a pleasant breeze...
And then it starts with a distant patter...

Falling from heaven those crystal beads...
Like a thousand tiny fireflies they fall...
In the light from lamp posts tall..

Into the reveries plunging deep...
Soothing the head and the heart...
The rain falls soft, silent and still...

Leaving behind in its peaceful wake...
Everything fresh for the new day...
The rain falls soft, silent and still...

Good Morning to you...

Through the dapples of the thinning night...
The crimson of the early dawn shines through...

The skies freshen up with elegant stealth...
Birds fly singing beneath the endless blue sky...

Away, are the misty hills...
Behold, are the budding flowers...

A deep sigh of a passing breeze...
Pure dew on aside leaves, green...

There is not a person on the street...
Calm stay these pleasures, sweet...

Down the tarry street standeth a tree tall...
On its branches, birds with bright wings beating...

Gathering the freshness of the world around,
The crisp morning overwhelms in silence...

One cant but feel the hope and pleasure...
Of the new day that dawns everyday...

It weighs tenderly hard on my heart...
That night moves over for the day...

Without a fuss, without a groan...
So soft, yet so firm...