Poetry By Dhruv Malhotra

1. ODE TO A DEAR FRIEND

What a friend is to you I will define
He is a person who to you is very loving and kind,
He is one who is by you in the blizzard
And the springs of your life
He is one who helps you survive the storm
To see a new robust dawn.
A Friend’s heart warming smile
Has cheered my way for many a dreary mile
Who magnifies the good in the time
Yet never looks the faults that be
This friend’s love is the lamp
That burns in my heart
To keep hope alive
And with its incandescence lights up
My life with joy
We may all be god’s children, its true
But people who live up to being
Worthy of his ancestry are few
But let me tell you, Dear Friend
That one of those lotus in Lord’s garden is YOU.

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2. WATER-THE ESSENCE OF LIFE

O! Mankind, come let us contemplate
What is this miraculous substance that our Lord,
with his ingenuity created
WATER is its name.
Out of this substance of wonder
Gushes the nectar of life
This very substance laid the foundation of our creation,
And it has continued to support our existence.
Such is the fertility of this wonder called water
Out of whose womb, spring
Pure and beautiful is born.
The stream, crystalline
How lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where her mother, nature resides
lending its glory to the earth's creative side.
The sanctum sanctorum of the elements it is
Water flowing in our rivers in all its splendour
Encompassing a history of glory and grandeur
Water is our mentor
And yet see how man- this foolish beast treats it
Dirtying it in such a wanton fashion.
Water-the nectar that that gave us our breath,
Has been polluted too much.
It is ironical how this wondrous creation is maltreated
And our water is languishing in sorrow
It is stifled and strangled by Man's wastes.
What man doesn't realise
Is that the water that he defiles
With his nether wastes
Runs as life through each of his veins.
And by polluting it in such a gruesome way,
He is not only destroying his motherland-the earth
But also poisoning his own veins
Inflicting upon himself agony, epidemics and pain
The noxious chemicals he so ruthlessly in the water dumps,
Are amplifying themselves by millions to stay
And persist in their nefarious schemes
To put man in jeopardy's way.
I weep upon the future's bosom
Seeing how mankind spells doom for his own race.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast
And if there is hope for mankind
He Must make a sincere effort
to follow the motto of "Recycle, Replenish and Revive"
We as citizens of the world must strive
To give back to our water ,its strength, its life
By not polluting this sacred substance
We shall not throw our sewage into it,we must pledge
We shall not toxicate it
By the poisons of our industrial wastes.
We will not dirty our rivers
Nor violate the sanctity of our waters
By throwing our malicious nuclear wastes.
Every drop of water we shall consciously use
And not one drop shall we waste
We shall have to act fast before its too late.
We all shall have to make a concerted effort
To protect our waters if we must survive
And help Water- the Serene and calm element
To rejuvenate itself and regain its lost vitality
And continue its legacy of wondrous creation.

3. RANDOM THOUGHTS SITTING ON THE LAP OF MOTHER NATURE's GLORY

Hear the melody in the nightingale’s song,
The streams gurgle all day long.
Entranced am I by these mountains,
Veiled they are in wreaths of mist.
The heavenly fragrance of the orchid
Drifts through,
My window salivating me
And presently a rainbow arcs across the sky,
The first raindrops kiss the earth,
Parched and dry.
The peacock is enraptured,
It spreads its majestic wings.
And the koel with jubilation sings.
At last the tempest has arrived,
It has relieved the peasants all anguished and hopeless
To the melody of the gentle breeze,
Dance the pines and deodars.
And once again the clouds retreat,
All will soon be dark and bleak.
All that is left are golden streaks.
And yet I am enraptured!
For the sky has been coronated at last,
With a diadem of glory.
And as it blushes to its last hours,
Night settles with her hues and shades.

4 Random Thoughts

Hear the melody in the nightingale’s song,
The streams gurgle all day long.
Entranced am I by these mountains,
Veiled they are in wreaths of mist.

The heavenly fragrance of the orchid
Drifts through,
My window salvating me
And presently a rainbow arcs across the sky,
The first raindrops kiss the earth,
Parched and dry.
The peacock is enraptured,
It spreads its majestic wings.
And the koel with jubilation sings.
At last the tempest has arrived,
It has relieved the peasants all anguished and hopeless

To the melody of the gentle breeze,
Dance the pines and deodars.
And once again the clouds retreat,
All will soon be dark and bleak.
All that is left are golden streaks.

And yet I am enraptured!
For the sky has been coronated at last,
With a diadem of glory.
And as it blushes to its last hours,
Night settles with her hues and shades

How I Made   Friend...
(Also by DRUV)

Name: Dhruv Malhotra
Age: 13 years
My residential address:
R-164, Greater Kailash-1, New Delhi-110048, INDIA
Telephone: 091-011-6417547
dhruv14nov@hotmail.com

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