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.
In fields where laughter lightly treads,Beneath the vast, embracing skies,Daffodils, in sunlit beds,Unfurl their hues as days arise.With crowns of gold to greet the dawn,They stand in throngs, a merry sight,Upon the breeze, their fragrance borne,They dance with sheer, unbridled delight.No solemn oath nor whispered vow,Yet in their presence, spirits lift,As if each petal’s gentle…
In gardens where silence sleeps,A white rose, softly, secrets keeps.Under moon’s gentle, watchful eye,Its petals breathe, never shy.In shadows where dreams may dwell,This rose’s story, night will tell.With stars as guides, it stands alone,In quiet grace, its beauty shown.Through seasons’ shift and morning dew,It whispers not but blooms anew.Against the storm, it holds its grace,A…
Corpse Flower In Sumatra’s shade, it blooms,A giant’s breath of doom.Scarlet petals stretch so wide,Foul scent cannot hide.Beetles come, they heed the call,Life in stench, amidst the thrall.Nature’s odd, dark display,Night and day, it sways. Meaning This poem captures the paradox of the Corpse Flower, a plant that draws life through the stench of death,…
Beams softly lay,Skies of velvet, Milky Way.Roses bloom from heaven’s gate,Tinged with hues of angel’s state.Crimson folds kiss morning light,Bathed in dew, pure and bright.Petals unfold in slow motion,Each move a verse, each turn emotion.From realms above, blossoms descend,Fragrances of paradise blend.They speak in colors, vibrant, deep,Guarding dreams while we sleep.Each petal tells a story…
Dragon’s Blood Tree In Socotra’s sun,Umbrella wide,Sap runs red,Nature’s pride.Shaded leaves,Branches spread,Blood of dragon,In hues of red. Meaning This poem celebrates the unique Dragon’s Blood Tree, highlighting its remarkable appearance and the vivid red sap that sets it apart. Inspiration Behind I was fascinated by the Dragon’s Blood Tree’s distinctive shape and vibrant red sap….
Roses and Thorns Silent gardens, daylight treads,A tale of contrasts, vivid and wild,Roses and thorns, nature’s blend.Roses, hues of passion pure,Beauty whispers, allure secure.Thorns guard, sharp array,Protecting blooms from harm’s way.Standing together, profound,Life’s essence, tightly bound.Beauty and pain, dance tight,Shadows lit by love’s light.Thorns, brave, stave fate,Roses bloom, place great.Existence’s vast expanse,Roses and thorns, balanced…
