(An Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives.
The fishes in the ocean plenty,yet restrain is dignity!
The waves at sea;ebb away leaving sands wet with crabs
To forgive is divine; Sun, God a necessity!
An earthen lamp lit , aspire to show the way to cabs!
Swimming in incomplete thinking,middle class plenty
Buying powers will rise ;education potential healthy!
The glossy fingers of lime lights beckon;
Take the veiling, elevated thoughts to aspire
Wishing to add the shine;more than I reckon
Makes me join hands in the girdle to inspire
If possible build ,with determined hands
More prosperous ,happier,enthusiastic lads.....
The infrastructures to research ; reliance given
The boys and girls should fold their sleeves and buck in!
Perhaps brain drain will sap off ;not glamour driven.........
Longer struggle perhaps,adequately provide , give in.
Easy buck the greatest lure I seem to apprehend
But perhaps visions of global unity need to comprehend
Villages greener, means greener Indian lark
Much is not in our hands, accepted.....halfheartedly
They need to be motivated by right attitudes stark!
Weavers by profession,merchants,,farmers too
May be they have backbones, needing respect due