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| Mohit Saini |
Not all that glisters bends to human hands,
Nor yields its weight to scales of trade and toll.
Some gold is spun in light no coin demands—
A wealth unminted, gleaming past control.
The hush between the thunder and the rain,
The pause before the lark forsakes the dew,
The way late sun will gild a windowpane
Yet ask no witness—this is gold made new.
No vault may hold it, nor assay define,
No miser’s grip can clutch its fleeting flame.
It flows where beggars and where saints dine,
And stains the air with grace no king may claim.
Oh, strike no medal for such light unpriced—
The finest gold is neither mined nor kissed.
***
The Homework-Eating Hedgehog
My teacher said, "Just do your math—
it won’t take long, you’ll see!"
But when I turned to grab my book…
it vanished. Poof! (Not me.)
A rustling came beneath my bed—
a snuffling, inky nose.
A hedgehog munched my fractions,
wearing glasses (stolen prose!).
"You’re eating all my homework!"
"Correct!" he crunched with glee.
"I only nibble problems
that add up incorrectly."
Now every night I leave out
one wrong equation—just in case.
He rolls into a number-ball
and erases my mistakes!
***
As a reviewer, he
has evaluated several research papers. He is also the author of several
published poems, showcasing his creative engagement with language alongside his
academic pursuits. He resides in the culturally rich city of Jaipur.
He currently serves
as an Editor in the Journal of Advances in English, Telugu and
Indian Languages
(AQIE Publication) and as a Journal Editor for the International Journal of Language, Linguistics, Literature and Culture.
