By Munnan Misra © Munindra Misra

You have a heart, you have a face, You are a girl with a grace, You are simple, you are true, You are catching and I love you. . . . . She is the Queen of the queens, A matchless beauty the kind unseen, Her face is pure the kind adored, Her eyes her lips bewildering. Extracts from `My Date With Nature'

You have a heart, you have a face,

You are a girl with a grace,

You are simple, you are true,

You are catching and I love you.

. . . .

She is the Queen of the queens,

A matchless beauty the kind unseen,

Her face is pure the kind adored,

Her eyes her lips bewildering.

Extracts from `My Date With Nature'

Speech one may regret, Silence no sorrow begets, Humility be born before honour, Soft answer turns wrath's corner. [2.12] Man but be lost in wishes, Of wealth, fame and riches, This airy castle he stitches, With logic that are his ditches. [2.20]

Speech one may regret,

Silence no sorrow begets,

Humility be born before honour,

Soft answer turns wrath's corner. [2.12]

Man but be lost in wishes,

Of wealth, fame and riches,

This airy castle he stitches,

With logic that are his ditches. [2.20]

Richness and fat does need, In logic clever fine deeds, But paunches never do breed, Fine thoughts or sublime seeds. [2.22] A dog to vomit does turn, A fool to folly returns, The wise err but learn, Gaining from each burn. [2.29]

Richness and fat does need,

In logic clever fine deeds,

But paunches never do breed,

Fine thoughts or sublime seeds. [2.22]

A dog to vomit does turn,

A fool to folly returns,

The wise err but learn,

Gaining from each burn. [2.29]

Hypocrisy a homage is true, That vice pays to virtue, Be man himself so true, That no false does he brew. [2.33] Extracts from `Aim of Life'

Hypocrisy a homage is true,

That vice pays to virtue,

Be man himself so true,

That no false does he brew. [2.33]

Extracts from `Aim of Life'

As the Hunter reached its side, And looked down with full pride, He exclaimed with joy begot, How well his target he had got. The shot deer in throes of death, Moaned in his last few breaths, `Understand nature and eternity, Brother just once the target you be.'

As the Hunter reached its side,

And looked down with full pride,

He exclaimed with joy begot,

How well his target he had got.

The shot deer in throes of death,

Moaned in his last few breaths,

`Understand nature and eternity,

Brother just once the target you be.'

Give to eat mare some meat, Leaves for lion - its freak, Water for the parrot to dwell, Air for the fish - it is hell. Precious are the things that be, Prized by and of true utility, Water for fish, parrot for air, Meat for lion, leaves for mare. extracts from the poem "A Fairy's Tale"

Give to eat mare some meat,

Leaves for lion - its freak,

Water for the parrot to dwell,

Air for the fish - it is hell.

Precious are the things that be,

Prized by and of true utility,

Water for fish, parrot for air,

Meat for lion, leaves for mare.

extracts from the poem "A Fairy's Tale"

Any act against the constitution, Must be cleared to be but void, But atomic acts against humanity, Are the strength to be but tried. The future of any of the countries, Does lie way above its people, And the future of humanity – On numerous BOMBS so ample.

Any act against the constitution,

Must be cleared to be but void,

But atomic acts against humanity,

Are the strength to be but tried.

The future of any of the countries,

Does lie way above its people,

And the future of humanity –

On numerous BOMBS so ample.

Time - what does it mean to be, Never existing but changing unceasingly, With no movement, relaying on it steadily, Ageless - but ageing other perpetually. [1] Time is measured but in its flow, Where does it come from, where it go, From the past which lapsed but be, Into the future which never one sees. [2]

Time - what does it mean to be,

Never existing but changing unceasingly,

With no movement, relaying on it steadily,

Ageless - but ageing other perpetually. [1]

Time is measured but in its flow,

Where does it come from, where it go,

From the past which lapsed but be,

Into the future which never one sees. [2]

We dream the past but never live in it, We hope for the future but never exist in it, We prepare for happiness which future be, That future which never comes to be. [3] It never decays but be the decayer, It never is devoured, but be the devourer, It never is ravaged, but be the ravager, It never is wasted but be the waster. [4]

We dream the past but never live in it,

We hope for the future but never exist in it,

We prepare for happiness which future be,

That future which never comes to be. [3]

It never decays but be the decayer,

It never is devoured, but be the devourer,

It never is ravaged, but be the ravager,

It never is wasted but be the waster. [4]

It values none - but be alls valuer, It bows to none - but be alls bower, It never be taught - but be alls teacher, It never ends - but be alls ender. [5] Of all the times – Time be the recorder, Of all the things – Time be the robber, Of all the sorrows – Time be the healer, Of all the powers – Time be the taker. [6] . . Cont….

It values none - but be alls valuer,

It bows to none - but be alls bower,

It never be taught - but be alls teacher,

It never ends - but be alls ender. [5]

Of all the times – Time be the recorder,

Of all the things – Time be the robber,

Of all the sorrows – Time be the healer,

Of all the powers – Time be the taker. [6] . . Cont….