Category Archives: My poems

Green fingers…

Fruits of the forest made man thrive,
Giving him in abundance, keeping him alive,
Taking never giving and greed for more,
Ripping Mother Nature of Her glory of yore,
What’s left of Her, still she gives,
Her most loved child, she readily forgives,
It’s time to wake up and see her plight,
For Her and for us, it’s important to set things right,
Let’s do our part to clear the grime,
From taking to giving, one at a time,
Green fingers, let’s root a tree,
Bind with green, a bed of scree,
Green fingers that sow a seed…
Green fingers, they are great indeed!

Geetha Gopal
30-Sep-2014

One step at a time,
this initiative from CGG Services Singapore (my husband Gowrish’s employer) is an eye-opener and an inspiration for it’s employees to do their little part in restoring the glory of Mother Nature. Gowrish was part of ‘Plant a Tree & Earth Day 2014’, the program to plant saplings at the McRitchie Reservoir and create awareness on Reduce-Reuse within the company. From a corporate perspective, this is a very ‘fruitful’ event for team building and bonding while doing something for Mother Nature.

By planting more trees, we give not only to the Nature but to ourselves and our future generation.

What’s a better gift to our families than the world having cleaner air and a healthier environment? Let’s do our part, today!

The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago, the second best is now! (Anonymous)

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Do unto others…

Hark, my hideous tale of self absorbance…

Today I learn  a lesson of great substance,

That a fool no worser than one of ignorance…

I am shattered, misled by my own arrogance!!!

Like a tiny prick on a balloon filled with air,

My ego deflated, leaving me bare…

Lost in daydream, engrossed in my own likes,

Oblivious to the feelings of others, until thunder strikes!

Erasing the glories of the past with ease…

Drowning  you in tears, leaving no trace of peace…

One unscrupulous act, a second of self indulgence,

One careless word, a moment of vicious coincidence…

Do unto others, not what you want to do…

But only what they want from you!!!

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The tutor named Penance…

When I sit back here, of all the years of ours, I ponder,

Of our life together, which looms at me yonder…

Holding hands and staring into the glistening sky,

Dreaming big dreams, to conquer everything that meets the eye…

The roads we tred, of predicament were amass,

Together we divined, in life, even this will pass!!!

We awoke everyday, that today our life would change,

While our woe and anguish, drove us to derange…

Miracles happen, to those who patiently endure,

Us from misery’s view, faith did obscure…

Slowly clearing our life with a golden touch,

Giving a meaning to each suffering, to the agony’s clutch!

Today, we know the value of our every gift in life,

That which lasts forever, is of hard penance and strife!!!

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The Halcyon of Solitude…

Like fireworks across a twinkling astral sky,

Chattering and vibrant, never lay still, I,

Times changed, proffering days in multitude,

Of quiscence, glum and foisted solitude!

Bondaged by the unfeeling walls of four,

Emptiness wiping out the last trace of a golden yore,

The state of latence took over by the day,

To the tunes of boredom, my head’s sway!

Pitying my piteous plight, the sun withdrew,

Blossoms wilted, birds muted, my agony brew,

With the devil for company, enduring insanity,

Vanquished my being, ceding me on to vanity…

Pray, no foe be bestowed with my newfound,

The halcyon of solitude, sweet may sound!!!

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The Oasis

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Crabs dropping into the water in fright,

Crickets making music out of sight,

Gravel crunching beneath my feet,

Oh what meloncholy, the chirp and tweet,

Thunder rumbling not far away,

Oozing with inspiration, looking out at the bay,

Ensconced gators giving you the qualm,

Even a scurrying squirrel increases the alarm,

Hiding and seeking in the clouds and trees,

The raging sun melts in the damp breeze,

Pins and flowers alternate their kiss,

Every droplet, a gratifying heavenly bliss,

This oasis hidden deep in the wet woods,

A retreat to the souls buried behind dark hoods!!!

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