EQUIPMENT BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

EQUIPMENT BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

Figure it out for yourself, my lad,

You've all that the greatest of men have had,

Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,

And a brain to use if you would be wise.

With this equipment they all began,

So start for the top and say 'I can.'

Look them over, the wise and great,

They take their food from a common plate

And similar knives and forks they use,

With similar laces they tie their shoes,

The world considers them brave and smart.

But you've all they had when they made their start.

You can triumph and come to skill,

You can be great if only you will,

You're well equipped for what fight you choose,

You have legs and arms and a brain to use,

And the man who has risen, great deeds to do

Began his life with no more than you.

You are the handicap you must face,

You are the one who must choose your place,

You must say where you want to go.

How much you will study the truth to know,

God has equipped you for life, But He

Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,

The man must furnish the will to win,

So figure it out for yourself, my lad,

You were born with all that the great have had,

With your equipment they all began.

Get hold of yourself, and say: 'I can.'

HUMAN FAMILY BY DR. MAYA ANGELOU

HUMAN FAMILY (POEM BY DR. MAYA ANGELOU) 

I note the obvious differences 

in the human family. 

Some of us are serious, 

some thrive on comedy. 

Some declare their lives are lived 

as true profundity, 

and others claim they really live 

the real reality. 

The variety of our skin tones 

can confuse, bemuse, delight, 

brown and pink and beige and purple, 

tan and blue and white. 

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas 

and stopped in every land. 

I’ve seen the wonders of the world, 

not yet one common man. 

I know ten thousand women 

called Jane and Mary Jane, 

but I’ve not seen any two 

who really were the same. 

Mirror twins are different 

although their features jibe, 

and lovers think quite different thoughts 

while lying side by side. 

We love and lose in China, 

we weep on England’s moors, 

and laugh and moan in Guinea, 

and thrive on Spanish shores. 

We seek success in Finland, 

are born and die in Maine. 

In minor ways we differ, 

in major we’re the same. 

I note the obvious differences 

between each sort and type, 

but we are more alike, my friends 

than we are unalike. 

We are more alike, my friends, 

than we are unalike. 

We are more alike, my friends, 

than we are unalike.

THE KITE BY HARRY BEHN

THE KITE BY HARRY BEHN 

(All of us like to fly kites. Have you ever tried to fly one? Read this poem about a kite as it flies in the sky.)

How bright on the blue 

Is a kite when it’s new! 

With a dive and a dip 

It snaps its tail 

Then soars like a ship 

With only a sail 

As over tides 

Of wind it rides, 

Climbs to the crest 

Of a gust and pulls, 

Then seems to rest 

As wind falls. 

When string goes slack 

You wind it back 

And run until 

A new breeze blows 

And its wings fill 

And up it goes! 

How bright on the blue 

Is a kite when it’s new! 

But a raggeder thing 

You never will see 

When it flaps on a string 

In the top of a tree.

HARVEST HYMN BY JOHN BETJEMAN

Harvest Hymn by John Betjeman 

Getting Started 

List the things that we get from Nature. What do we give in return? 

What is likely to happen if there is no land to cultivate in the future? 

We spray the fields and scatter 

The poison on the ground 

So that no wicked wild flowers 

Upon our farm be found. 

We like whatever helps us 

To line our purse with pence; 

The twenty-four-hour broiler-house 

And neat electric fence. 

All concrete sheds around us 

And Jaguars in the yard, 

The telly lounge and deep-freeze 

Are ours from working hard. 

We fire the fields for harvest, 

The hedges swell the flame, 

The oak trees and the cottages 

From which our fathers came. 

We give no compensation, 

The earth is ours today, 

And if we lose on arable, 

The bungalows will pay.

THE GUIDE BY R.K. NARAYAN

THE GUIDE BY R.K. NARAYAN 

R.K. Narayan's fiction depicts the ordinary man's search for selfhood and the struggle he has to encounter on his way to self-realization. His novels are hilariously entertaining and spiritually edifying. The Guide reveals the Indian way of life and also the culture and tradition of India. R.K. Narayan has used typical Indian characters and Indian atmosphere to portray Indian culture. The main characters of this novel are Raju, Rosie and Marco. R.K. Narayan has given a true social picture of India through 'The Guide'.

BULL IN THE CITY BY SRIRANGAM SRINIVASA RAO(SRI SRI)

BULL IN THE CITY BY SRIRANGAM SRINIVASA RAO (SRI SRI)

Bull in the City

On the main thoroughfare of the city

The bull casually

Perhaps with the memories from the earlier birth

Chewing the cud with half shut eyes

Without moving or shifting

The bull in the heart of the city.

As if it is the right holder of the road

Leaving the responsibility to the times

Heckling the scampering of the civilisation

Stood there that it is the King!

Who dares to ask the bull to move

Look how it glances around

Aye! Aye! Motor car!

What is the hurry with you?

Oh! Brother Cyclist!

Careful! The bull wouldn't budge!

Anti-machinery, proponent of non-violence and a vegetarian

Expert in anti alcoholism

On the main road of the city

Obstructing the passage of the civility

However long like this

This bull can stand!

If the bull has no sense

Shouldn't the man have it?

నగరంలో వృషభం

నగరం నడి వీధిలో

వృషభం తీరుబాటుగా

గత జన్మ సంస్మృతులు కాబోలు

కనులరమోడ్చి మెదలకుండా

నగరం హృదయంలో వృషభం

దారికి హక్కుదారు తానే అయినట్టు

పరిత్యజించి కాలానికి బాధ్యత

పరిహసించి నాగరికత పరుగు

నిలబడింది నేనే రాజునని

ఎవరు పొమ్మనగల రీ ఎద్దుని

ఎలా చూస్తుందో చూ

ఏయ్ ఏయ్ మోటారుకారూ

ఏవిటేవిటి నీ తొందర

భాయ్ భాయ్ సైక్లిస్ట్

భద్రంసుమీ ఎద్దు నిన్ను తప్పుకోదు

యంత్రవిరోధి అహింసావాది శాకాహారి

మద్య నిషేధ ప్రజ్ఞాశాలి

నగరం నడిమీధిలో

నాగరికత గమనాన్ని నిరోధిస్తూ

ఇలా యెంతసేపయినా సరే

ఈ యెద్దు నిలబడగలదు

ఎద్దుకి లేకపోతే బుద్ధి

మనిషికేనా ఉండొద్దా?

ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 

William Wordsworth was the great initiator of the Romantic movement. His poetry is full of joy, exploration, seeing the beauty stark and as a vision that becomes unbearable, and needs to be expressed. They are full of the joy of Nature, of life and soothe the heart and the mind in a unique and profoundly original way. For him life was simply an endless fascination for life, nature, living and self discovery. At times he sees with such a blinding vision of divine beauty, it leaves us shocked, and he makes that divinity of nature believable, as he had experienced. 

ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 

I HAVE a boy of five years old; 

His face is fair and fresh to see; 

His limbs are cast in beauty's mold 

And dearly he loves me. 

One morn we strolled on our dry walk, 

Or quiet home all full in view, 

And held such intermittent talk 

As we are wont to do. 

My thoughts on former pleasures ran; 

I thought of Kilve's delightful shore, 

Our pleasant home when spring began, 

A long, long year before. 

A day it was when I could bear 

Some fond regrets to entertain; 

With so much happiness to spare, 

I could not feel a pain. 

The green earth echoed to the feet 

Of lambs that bounded through the glade, 

From shade to sunshine, and as fleet 

From sunshine back to shade. 

Birds warbled round me and each trace 

Of inward sadness had its charm; 

Kilve, thought I, was a favoured place, 

And so is Liswyn farm. 

My boy beside me tripped, so slim 

And graceful in his rustic dress! 

And, as we talked, I questioned him, 

In very idleness. 

'Now tell me, had you rather be,' 

I said. and took him by the arm, 

'On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea, 

Or here at Liswyn farm?' 

In careless mood he looked at me, 

While still I held him by the arm, 

And said, 'At Kilve I'd rather be 

Than here at Liswyn farm.' 

'Now, little Edward, say why so 

My little Edward, tell me why.' 

'I cannot tell, I do not know.' 

'Why, this is strange,' said I; 

'For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm: 

There surely must one reason be 

Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm 

For Kilve by the green sea.' 

At this, my boy hung down his head, 

He blushed with shame, nor made reply; 

And three times to the child I said, 

'Why, :Edward, tell me why?' 

His head he raised there was in sight, 

It caught his eye, he saw it plain 

Upon the house-top, glittering bright, 

A broad and gilded vane. 

Then did the boy his tongue unlock, 

And eased his mind with this reply: 

'At Kilve there was no weather-cock; 

And that's the reaon why.' 

O dearest, dearest boy! my heart 

For better lore would seldom yearn, 

Could I but teach the hundredth part 

Of what from thee I learn.