Rhymes of Bharat
Vol.4 # 1
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 08/2024
The Spider's web
In the forest, a spider spins,
Threads of silk from deep within,
Weaves a web, shiny and bright,
In the morning, golden light.
Lord Hari unfolds the world we see,
From His heart, all things do be.
From the Supreme, all things come,
Worlds and stars, all in one.
The spider rests in its web wide,
In world, Shri Hari does reside.
When it's time, the web's undone,
Everything back to where it’s from.
All dissolves, returns to Him
In His light, not dark or dim,
As webs vanish, new ones start,
Creation flows from the divine heart.
Vol.4 # 2
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 10/2024
Why does he tease me?
Mother, oh Mother, hear my plea,
Why does Baldev always tease me?
He says I’m bought, not truly yours,
And this teasing, my heart it sores.
Ma Yashoda and Nand Baba are fair,
Then how am I dark? It’s not fair,
They laugh and tease me all day long,
I won’t play with them, they do me wrong.
But Mother dear, you only beat me,
You never scold Baldev, can’t you see?
O…O… my heart feels so blue,
Why does he tease me? What can I do?
Yashoda held her Krishna tight,
With love so deep, her heart so light,
"My dear, my Krishna, dark and sweet,
The joy of our life, that makes us complete."
Vol.4 # 3
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 10/2024
Camels and Donkeys
In the marriage party of foolish camels,
Donkeys sing songs with joyful rambles.
"Oh, what looks, you're such a sight!
And your voice, a pure delight!"
They dance and cheer, so full of glee,
In their own world, as grand as can be.
Praising each other, they miss the light,
Of real greatness, hidden from sight.
Virtuous souls who teach and guide,
Show the path where greatness resides.
But those who never seek the wise,
Live in a world of self-made lies.
So, little one, do learn with grace,
But first seek wisdom in the proper place.
Learn from those who've walked the way,
And then true greatness will come to stay.
Vol.4 # 4
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 10/2024
The Making of Dharmsetu
In the murmur of waves, under a moonlit sky,
A bridge arose, where the sea and stars ally.
Stones floated on faith, at Rama’s behest,
Linking shores apart, in a divine quest.
By Rama’s side, with unwavering might,
Stood Hanuman, in the twilight’s light.
Each stone inscribed, with Rama’s name,
Set in the sea, for a bridge of fame.
Hanuman leapt, with strength untamed,
His devotion to Rama: pure and famed,
The vanaras, their spirits inflamed,
For dharma alone, they all proclaimed.
The vanaras toiled, from dusk till dawn,
A path was paved, a hope was born.
From Bharat’s shore to Lanka’s gate,
A route of rocks, shaped by fate.
In every stone, a story untold,
Of valor, love, and spirits bold.
Ramsetu stands wide, not just in stone,
But in hearts where Rama’s love is known.
Here walked Rama, brave and bright,
To rescue Ma Sita, his heart’s delight.
Through trials that legends have foretold,
On stones that the sea kindly holds.
An ode to duty, bridging sea and soul,
Where waves sing, of goals made whole.
In the dharmsetu’s shadow, history speaks,
Of a bridge of faith, where the divine meets.
Vol.4 # 5
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 10/2024
Beyond Gold: Treasures of the Heart
If gold slips from your hand,
Worry not, O dear one!
For wealth finds its way back,
When good deeds are done.
But if your health begins to fade,
Take care, oh, take heed,
For strength and peace within,
Are what you truly need.
Character shines, like diamond light,
A treasure beyond all gold;
But faith in God, steady and bright,
Is the greatest wealth to hold.
For with faith, you’ll rise each day,
In wisdom, pure and true,
And goodness will forever stay,
In all you choose to do.
Vol.4 # 6
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 01/2025
The Lotus Face of Shri Rama
In the grand old Ayodhya nation
Spread news of Rama’s coronation.
As the royal crown drew close and near,
His visage stayed calm — free from cheer.
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And when the forest beckoned his name,
He bore the exile with grace — the same.
No shadow of sorrow marred his grace,
A tranquil peace adorned his face.
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O lotus-faced Shri Rama dear,
May your beauty draw me near.
Your face unshaken — serene with grace,
Forever be my soul’s embrace.
Vol.4 # 7
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 01/2025
The World is One Family
The world is a family, we are one,
Beneath the same bright, shining sun.
Who is yours, and who is mine?
All are part of love divine.
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No “yours” or “mine,” no chains or walls,
For every being, a loving heart calls.
“You are mine, and they stand apart,”
Such small thoughts never fill our hearts.
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No “me” or “you,” no walls to build,
With love and joy, the world is filled.
With open arms and smiles so bright,
We keep the world forever light.
Vol.4 # 8
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 01/2025
Delightful Dhoti
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Child:
Grandpa, grandpa, what do I see?
A long white cloth? Oh, what can it be?
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Grandpa:
The dhoti is more than a cloth, you see,
It’s a symbol of love and harmony.
It cools the body, it warms the soul,
A humble cloth that makes us whole.
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Child:
But why no buttons? No pockets or zips?
How do you run without tripping on trips?
And why do you wear it? It looks so plain,
Not like my clothes with colors and chain!
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Grandpa:
Yes, my dear, it’s more than a dress,
It teaches us love, and asks for less.
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Oh, look at the dhoti, so soft and white,
Draped with care, it feels just right!
It’s light as a feather, soft on my skin,
Keeps the heat out and the breeze within.
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It’s wrapped with care, just one fold or two,
It stays in place while I walk or chew.
No harm to nature, no plastic, no waste,
It’s pure and simple, and full of grace.
Child:
How is it harmless? I don’t see,
Can it really help the earth and me?
And how does it save? I don’t understand,
It’s just a cloth wrapped by hand!
Grandpa:
Ah, my dear, it saves in many ways,
Lasting for years through countless days.
No plastics, no zippers, no toxins to see,
Just cotton grown from the farmer’s tree.
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It’s woven with care by hands so skilled,
A gift of the earth, with love it’s filled.
And what’s even better—it lasts so long,
It’s made to endure, so sturdy and strong.
You can reuse it, again and again,
Till the threads are gone, leaving no strain.
Even then, my dear, it finds its place,
As rags for cleaning—it leaves no trace!
It saves the earth and the country’s gold,
A cloth of wisdom, from stories old.
Child:
Did kings wear dhotis? Or sages of old?
Did warriors wear them, so brave and bold?
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Grandpa:
Yes, little one, it’s a legacy grand,
Of culture and love, from this sacred land.
Child:
Wow, grandpa, this feels so cool,
Better than clothes I wear to school!
I’d like one too, so pure and fine,
To show the world this culture’s mine.
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Grandpa:
Of course, my child, come here, let’s see,
Wrap it around—you’ll feel so free!
You’ll dance and play, and run with ease,
The dhoti moves like the gentle breeze.
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Child:
I feel like a king from the tales of yore,
Or a sage who’s wise, with wisdom at the core!
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Grandpa:
So what’s in a dress? It’s clear to see,
The dhoti’s a lesson for you and me.
So wear a dhoti, near or far,
And shine like an Indian superstar!
Child:
It’s not just cloth, it’s much, much more,
A treasure from our culture’s core.
Vol.4 # 9
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 03/2025
Countdown with Krishna: The Kaliya Tale
​Ten, nine, eight
Sri Krishna is so great!
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Nine, eight, seven
Kaliya pleads for haven!
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Eight, seven, six
His dance and His kicks!
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Seven, six, five
In Yamuna, He did dive!
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Six, five, four
The tree on river’s shore!
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Five, four, three
He climbed kadamba tree!
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Four, three, two
Sees Kaliya in view!
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Three, two, one
With Gopas — He had fun!
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Two, one, zero
Krishna is our Hero!
Vol.4 # 10
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 03/2025
Om Tat Sat
​The temple doors, they gently creak,
Soft light glows in every hut.
Say — Om Tat Sat!
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Before you start a deed so pure,
Think no more, no ifs, no but.
Say — Om Tat Sat!
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Before you give, before you share,
Offer first — the fruits you cut.
Say — Om Tat Sat!
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Almonds, cashews — does He like?
Or the tasty groundnut?
Say — Om Tat Sat!
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So fold your hands and bow with love,
Feel joy and peace in every gut.
Say — Om Tat Sat!
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Chant, recite, and sing His names,
Let not your voice stay shut.
Say — Om Tat Sat!