Caste in India is a dense forest
Ambedkar  wanted to make it a plain
And tried his best to abolish it in right earnest
But he knew full well that he was in vain

If one wants to cut a poisonous plant
The other shouts like a maddening giant
The environmentalist feels deforestation is dangerous
So the re-forestation makes him curious

The wise believe deforestation is a myth
The roots are so entrenched in earth
The trees will continue to branching out and out
And grow and grow to a greater height

Rural fairies with their soft hands plant the corn
To make the black earth green
And turn it into a delightful scene
The green corn turns yellow in the morn

The corn sprouts from the earth
Like Jesus gets eternal re-birth
The farm becomes greenery
I wonder at nature’s nice scenery

The earth becomes a green carpet
And becomes astonishingly beautiful to look at
Plantation of corn is nature’s great citation
It becomes a golden carpet in rotation

I wonder at the beauty of plantation
It is more beautiful than Keats’ quotation
More enjoyable than any musical sensation
I think it’s God’s mysterious revelation

I am successful
but she says I am a failure
i am in a fix

I adore the seasonal harvest
To our eyes it makes a feast
The sun rays make the golden corn
A delightful and lovely morn

The corn bends with the grain
In a soft flowing breeze and rain
And looks like a beautiful woman with  gold ear rings
My heart and soul naturally and delightfully sings

After the harvest women carry the mounds on their head
Like the angels in heaven beautifully and gracefully tread
When the corn is thrashed to the floors
It looks like a heap of golden pearls
What a joy to be a farmer!
And to behold nature’s graceful corner!

The greatest blessing for a woman is to be a  mother
Like a tree grew up from the earth
A child comes out from the womb of a mother
Only a woman can give all of us birth

Mother is as patient as our holy hand
Who bears with all impurities of humans
But remains pure and cool with her loving hand
She is beautiful in all seasons

Mother may be young, middle aged or old
But her heart is really made of gold
Without earth there is no nature
Without mother nor is any human future

A child may go away from mother’s breast
As a tree’s roots are entrenched in earth’s crest
His/her leanings are in mother’s hearty grace
That is the beauty of human race

She is a poetic muse
Her poems I always choose
Like an electrical fuse
She sends out great power
And like a sprinkling shower
She makes me shiver
A perennial river
Who has cosmic power
She sits at the tower
From her wonderful quiver
She shoots the arrows of flower
Like an angel’s delightful wings
Her writings are imperishable sayings
She is a divine rose
And makes me doze
Her poetry is intoxicating wine
Far brighter than sunshine
She is lovelier than moonlight
And makes our souls bright
She comes from heavenly light
To cause all of us great delight
She belongs to the universe
And is immortal in her verse
I sit at her tender feet
Wondering at her poetic feat
Let us all give her a big hand
As she makes our lives so grand
She is a nectar ******* bee
Could you guess who that muse could be?