Can Bee Fly, Up On The Sky, Lenthen The Wings, Dilate and sing Singing, Dancing, Clapping, Swaying, A Flight with Plume, My Plume, Plume of Spell bee, Magic Bee, Of Course my Bee can Fly, My Bee, Garden Bee, Hive Bee Honey Bee, Waxy Bee, Buzzing Bee, Having a posture on the swing Swaying on the Swing, Laughing on the swing, Buzzing on the Swing, Sipping Nectar on the Swing, Swaying on the swing, Swing back, Swing forth, Swing Forth and Forth Forth up to the Sky, A Blow of spell Bee A Thrush of Spell Bee, Propels My Bee High Up to the Sky. Indeed, My Bee Can Fly!
My online membership from BSAC endorsed my research background and enlighten my digital modelling and creativity web of open science community Amsterdam (OSCA) for research projects and grants. My Ph.D. degree certificate and a trophy become a pride indeed at the auditorium of my school of life sciences, Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi in the year 2007. I had been the prestigious accredited reviewer of the year 2012 in Journal of Drug Metabolism and Toxicology. Appreciation certificate for Life Membership from South Asian Management Association and Editorial Board Membership certificate from Edwin Incorporation, has become a passion for my research approach. I would be gratified for the recommendation in the field of Life Sciences for the passionate research and teaching to help social welfare. I am sponsor of spell bee from St Joseph Group of Institution and I affectionately review the novels and story books.
Beneath the steadfast row of cedars tall,Where whispers of the ancient wood recall,There lies a field, with daffodils in bloom,A golden sea, dispelling winter’s gloom.Each petal shines, a sunbeam kissed by dew,In gentle dance, as morning breezes blew.The cedars, proud, in silent vigil stand,Guardians of this bright and joyous land.The contrast stark, ‘tween evergreen and…
Daffodil’s Glow Golden in the sun,Spring’s gentle herald blooms bright—Nature’s smile alight. Meaning This haiku celebrates the daffodil, a symbol of spring’s arrival, highlighting its vibrant color and its role as a beacon of the changing seasons. The imagery of the daffodil shining in the sunlight reflects the joy and warmth that come with spring….
In tender soil, secrets sow,Beneath the sun’s persistent glow.Silent sprouts begin to show,How does your garden grow?With raindrop beads on leafy crowns,And roots that delve in depths profound.In every hue, the blossoms bound,How does your garden grow?With care, with love, with hands in dirt,Where nothing’s lost, and nothing’s hurt.In quietude, new life asserts,How does your…
October morning,the air bites softly,carries the scentof dry leaves.Golden sun hangs low,paints the quiet skywith fading warmth.Trees stand tall,their crowns aflame,colors shifting, falling,soft underfoot.Clouds stretch thin,a delicate danceabove quiet fields.Long shadows walkthe empty streets,whispers of coolnesssettling in.Evening comes faster,a chill takes hold,the light slips away,just like that. Meaning This poem captures the fleeting beauty of…
Threads of Crimson Threads of crimson through the grey,Fields where fallen heroes lay.Echoes of a battle’s cry,Underneath a somber sky.Poppies bloom where tears have dried,Silent sentries, side by side.Each a marker of the lost,Borne by freedom’s hefty cost.War’s refrain, both harsh and long,In these blooms, their spirits throng.Peace now holds where poppies sway,Guardians of the…
The Scream of Trees Axes swing with ruthless force,Echoes through the silent wood.Once was lush, a thriving source,Now just shadows, where life stood.Leaves that whispered tales of old,Fall to ground, a muted cry.Trunks once mighty, strong and bold,Now beneath the open sky.Streams run dry where forests weep,Echoing the trees’ lament.Guardians of the earth, they sleep,Their…
