My India

This is my country full of love;

This is my country with peace like dove.

White snow on Everest, so shiny,

Red mountains, willing to blast.

Don’t mind, the pollution fading,

Green trees, holding the base.

Deep space, nothing so big;

Dominant the inside everything.

Satan in people, nowhere around,

Burglar spirit, gone those days.

Oh! Beheading done by mine country;

Let us obeisance our nation.

A 2 inch man

A little man passed by me,

Not more than 2 inches;

Smiling and smirking waving his hand

As if he was known to me.

He was not a small child,

Neither was he an old man;

He had a red, shiny skin

Reflecting the bright sun rays.

I asked him, “When,

And from where had he come from,”

His quiet reply was,

“Mars”