Anyway

People are often unreasonable,

illogical and self centered;

Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,

people may accuse you of selfish,

ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,

you will win some false friends and

some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank,

people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,

someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness,

they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,

people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,

and it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis,

it is between you and your God;

It was never between you and them anyway.

--Mother Teresa

At Evening

Let me now sleep,

let me not think,

let me Not ache with inconsistent tenderness.

It was untenable delight;

we are free--Separate,

equal--and if loverless,

Love consumes time which is more dear than love,

More unreplicable. With everything

Thus posited, the choice was clear enough

And daylight ratified our reckoning.
Now only movement marks the birds from the pines;

Now it's dark; the blinded stars appear;

I am alone, you cannot read these lines

Who are with me when no one else is here,

Who are with me and cannot hear my voice

And take my hand and abrogate the choice.

Vikram Seth

Father's Day Special

Before 98 years i.e on 19 Jun 1910, first father's day was celebrated.

What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree,The warmth of a summer sun,The calm of a quiet sea,The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night,The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight,The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed,The patience of eternity,The depth of a family need,Then God combined these qualities,When there was nothing more to add,He knew His masterpiece was complete,And so,
He called it ... Dad

--Unknown

Father's DayOver the yearsAs we grow old, We remember our fatherSo brave and bold.
In the garden, Leaning on the plow, He would listen to me; I see him now.
He would give advice And understand; He was always there To lend a hand.
God made fathers Strong and firm, For he knew our lives Would have great concerns.
So he gave us fathers To teach us to pray, And guide our lives, And show us the way.
So on his dayLet's take the time

To say "Thanks, dad. I'm glad you're mine."

--Mary Frances Bogle

MONSOON- A FARMER’S PRAYER

Lips dry, throats parched

We wait for youOur bodies scorched!
Monsoon o monsoonWhere art thou?

Come soon, come soon!
Come now, don’t let us get burnt

Come like a songFrom the south-western front!
Shower us with blessings

Quench our thirst

Don’t go anywhere, come here first!
Bring new hope, bring new life

Please put an end to these days

Days full of hunger and strife!
Days when even bread is a huge cost

Think about our children

Their childhood forever lost!
Yes, think about them,

how they slog No school for them

They have to pull a very heavy log!
Monsoon o monsoon, if only you fail

Under burden of our debts we’ll die

And our dear ones will wail!
And what will be of them?

What will they do?

Have mercy on us,

Don’t let our fears come true!

Happy the man

Happy the man,

and happy he alone,

he who can call today his own:

he who, secure within, can say,

Tomorrow do thy worst,

for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul,

or rain or shinethe joys I have possessed,

in spite of fate, are mine.

Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power,

but what has been, has been,

and I have had my hour.

Horace

If you Can keep your Head

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose,
 and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling

The Road not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black
.Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I --I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

--Robert Frost