Mother Poems composed by Ajay

                               Sweet Lake in Dead Deserts
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“Loving Mom, I work at science but live in arts.”
I mean to say that I am working in ISRO with the scientists, so my thoughts should be scientific and practical but this is not.
I always breathe in the realities of the past passed with you, and waste my important time in high imagination that can not be reproduced again,
Sorry for writing something for you…..

1) O, magnificent love
                   My lips want to utter something,
     have mouth but not a tongue
                   have 26 latters but you beyond that,
     give me voice to follow that
                   give an others latters extra
     that can mould my thoughts into a tongue.

2) You what? An ‘ocean’ in drop
                   not know a ‘seed’ either a ‘crop’,
    “Sweet lake in dead deserts”
                   Pious thought when mind diverts.

3) That loves me before the ‘sun’
                   worshipping her is my fun,
     whose morals are alive in vein
                   lap thine ‘sweet home’ while in pain.

4) Who reads my unspoken voice
                   rebirth will never twice,
     you that what fulfills my first thirst
                   me sure who hope for best but ready to worst.

 5) That “Earth” what burden face
                  “praising her is an insult of grace”,
      loving mom no one knows you what?
                    my “first voice” when deeply thought
                    my first voice when deeply thought.....

( Sitting at PMD/MPSG. SAC-ISRO, 14-November-2010) 

Composed by- Ajay Tiwari
(Trainee of Dr. A.S. Arya Scientist - G & Dr. Ajai, Scientist - H)
Space Applications Centre
Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO
Email: ajaytiwalldunivrsgis@gmail.com
Contact No. +91 9415601966