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Gephel

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Increaser of Merit, Ocean of Wisdom. Apprehensive torrents purge my bay, The once tranquil atmosphere now fades Like the morning mist giving way to the day When I behold this pure creature, I made. Pure he is, like the heavenly dove Born into this unforgiving time Where you can feel the cry of ravished love Tainted with cruelty prime. Therefore, this is an honest prayer From an honest father for his new son Like the true words of a soothsayer Let my words shine like the bright sun. May he grow strong and tall Become wise with fulfilling stern May he never fall But when he does let him learn May he live up to his name “Gephel Rigdhen” the increaser of merit, ocean of wisdom Let his path be laden with fame And bring merit to all beings with freedom Freedom of the spiritual kind In this tired times of crazy gale With a rich matured wise mind Let him in his purpose never fail May he grow like the vast ocean Bearing a fulfilling rich face Dedicated to hu

The Rain

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The Rain. The Rain plays on the steel roof, The Rain claps on the cemented floor, and The Rain beats on the leaves broad. ‘Tip, Trap, Trap, Tip…’ it sounds. Singing away with the worldly hue. It sings of a season new. ‘Tip, Trap, Trap, Tip…’ It says to the withering flower, ‘Worry not for here I am ‘. It promises to the waiting farmers, A hearty and prosperous season. It sings to the mellowed grasses, and Dances on the roof tops, Kissing away the heated Earth, Promising life and to nourish it.

Afternoon Class

Afternoon class. Drowsiness hangs heavy in the air, and The fan tries to do justice to its purpose. It swings it arms like a mad man. Below the students linger, With heads supported with pillar-arms. They try to pay heed to what I say. I send two of them to wash away their sleep, A joke brings back their consciousness, I continue my lesson but they receive, Every word like a lullaby Trying not to droop like rich red poppies, They hang on. Their eyes gain weight, Drawing all the energy from their body, They try to hold it open, But with hopelessness, strive. I pity them and myself, so I call it a day.
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