Needle pricks
Blood checks
Litmus strips
No vigour
Blood sugar
Terrific figure
One seventy fasting
Three sixty post eating!
Urine sugar
Three plus
Four plus
Nonplus!
Lipid profile
Medical file
Not agile
Walk many a mile!
Tread mills
Doctor bills
Medical pills
Agony kills!
Insulin pricks
Metformin strips
Hospital trips
Bank balance flips!
Stamlobeta
Food on quota
Don’t worry ‘Beta’
No problem an iota!
No more Sweet
No more Meat
No more Cake
No more Coke!
Don’t eat fruit
Like a brute
Can’t be without liquor?
It will sure pucker!
Obesity
Acidity
Arteries block
Heart Attack!
Failing eye sight
Liver and kidney not all right
Heart beat not bright and straight
Pissing frequent all through night
How long will go this fight?
This is the misery of a Diabetic
Who was once a Workaholic
Diabetic’s sweet woes
Should not suffer, even foes!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, June 26, 2009
Machael Jackson no more!
Michael Jackson, a very talented singer and dancer of world fame died today on 26th June, 2009. He is 50. Though a gifted Artiste, he misused all his talents bogged down in controversial acts and facing resultant litigations. He has endeared himself to the people all over the world irrespective caste, creed and colour with his enchanting music. May his soul rest in peace
Heroine
Steroid grown heroine
Glorified bonded labour,
Glamorous child labour
Of dream selling tinsel town!
Her mom, her vigilant selfish guardian
Her dad, her wealth’s greedy custodian
Her smile
Her wink
Her walk
Her talk,
Are not her own
Her own contemplation invites her parents’ frown
Deprived of childhood pleasures
Filling parental coffers and treasures
Fatigue of continuous shooting shifts
Star status causing psychosomatic rifts
She remains a money earning machine
Helplessly submitting to the elders’ selfish mission
She maintains numerous bank accounts
But not once, her earnings she counts
The limousine she travels is not in her name
The mansion she lives, bought for her dad’s dame
She lives in a vicious conditional frame
Her life is just a story of concealed tears covered with fame
Wearing a synthetic smile
Gearing for a reluctant glamorous journey for many a mile
The Cuckoo in whose life the autumn arrived early
continues her cine sojourn hurly-burly
Yesterdays cute little girl
Today’s Glamour doll
Acting with aging heroes
Dreaming for unknown morrows
Continues her unenthusiastic stroll
Concealing in her heart, an agonizing pall!
The Calling
Calling you
Calling you
The sinless loving Lord.
Listen to Him
Listen to Him
He knocks at the door of your hearts threshold.
Let Him in
Let Him in
He just seeks your friendship.
He wants to come in
He wants to come in
To dine with you in holy fellowship.
He shed blood
He shed blood
To redeem you and give his kinship.
Accept Him,
Accept Him
Shun sin and Him, worship.
Follow Him
Follow Him
Submit to His Lordship.
Home Remedies
(The ingenuity of the wife saves the man from many a critical situations in every day life.. This write-up is a humble tribute to Women who as wives, save the families from great crises with their simple wisdom, which the men find difficult to face and solve with all their so called intelligence and knowledge)
Her soothing smile
Pacifies his hyper tense nerves
Like a Depin pill
Her caring look
Sends to sleep, his wavering qualms
Like a Morphine prick
Her reassuring touch
Gives him strength to face the stumbling blocks
Like Ginseng dose
Her simple wisdom
Cures all the ills of his life
Like Panacea!
Friday, July 6, 2007
ABOUT ME
FRIENDS!
I AM CHOUDARY JOHN SATYANANDA KUMAR. MY CHILDHOOD FRINDS CALL ME JOHN. MY COLLEAGUES CALL ME KUMAR. SOME CALL ME SATYANAND. VERY FEW FONDLY CALL ME SATYA. MY DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDYIII! MY WIFE CALLS ME_____. MY FAMILY MEMBERS CALL ME BOBBY. BUT I LIKE TO BE CALLED SATYANANDA KUMAR WHICH MEANS THE SON WHO LOVES TRUTH. YES WANT TO LIVE A LIFE BEFITTING MY NAME. I BELIEVE IN THE BIBLICAL SAYING THAT HELPING THE HELPLESS AND TO BE USEFUL TO THE NEEDY IS THE REAL FASTING. THAT'S HOW I AM INVOLVED IN CONSUMER PROTECTION ACTIVITIES, RTI MATTERS, COMPLAINTS AGAINST CORRUPT PRACTICES, ASSISTING IN SERVICE MATTERS AND DISCIPLINARY MATTERS. I AM CHRISTIAN.... A BAPTIST. I WANT TO BE A TRUE CHRISTIAN. I THINK I AM BORN AGAIN. I BELIEVE IN JESUS AND HE IS MY GREATEST HERO. I ALSO LIKE EXPLORING THE BIBLE AND INVOLVED LITTLE BIT IN PREACING. I WOULD LIKE TO INTERACT WITH LIKE MINDED PEOPLE.
I AM CHOUDARY JOHN SATYANANDA KUMAR. MY CHILDHOOD FRINDS CALL ME JOHN. MY COLLEAGUES CALL ME KUMAR. SOME CALL ME SATYANAND. VERY FEW FONDLY CALL ME SATYA. MY DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDYIII! MY WIFE CALLS ME_____. MY FAMILY MEMBERS CALL ME BOBBY. BUT I LIKE TO BE CALLED SATYANANDA KUMAR WHICH MEANS THE SON WHO LOVES TRUTH. YES WANT TO LIVE A LIFE BEFITTING MY NAME. I BELIEVE IN THE BIBLICAL SAYING THAT HELPING THE HELPLESS AND TO BE USEFUL TO THE NEEDY IS THE REAL FASTING. THAT'S HOW I AM INVOLVED IN CONSUMER PROTECTION ACTIVITIES, RTI MATTERS, COMPLAINTS AGAINST CORRUPT PRACTICES, ASSISTING IN SERVICE MATTERS AND DISCIPLINARY MATTERS. I AM CHRISTIAN.... A BAPTIST. I WANT TO BE A TRUE CHRISTIAN. I THINK I AM BORN AGAIN. I BELIEVE IN JESUS AND HE IS MY GREATEST HERO. I ALSO LIKE EXPLORING THE BIBLE AND INVOLVED LITTLE BIT IN PREACING. I WOULD LIKE TO INTERACT WITH LIKE MINDED PEOPLE.
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