The weeping of a mother The hard, cold face of a heartless father Poor little you, barely kicking inside Mama is about to throw you aside Let’s not blame mama, good beautiful mama Let’s blame papa, for his empty promises,
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There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The
I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day
I am alone. I sit at the doorstep With no one by my side, No voices I hear, Except the rain – That falls in little drops; Bursting as it touches the grass. Delighted, the frogs leap The fishes jump
The sky has turned red; However the feelings in my heart are not dead. The sun is about to rise; I cannot forget those beautiful eyes. You cried the whole evening; I was strong, as I thought this will be
Two Faced Rain Crystal drops of heavenly benevolence, A tender stroke of vibgyoric seven, A new paint on the fabric of soil, Dry wrinkled earth, wrapped in rejuvenating foil. Moist, wet, drips, mist, drizzle, pitter- patter, Cool, light, fresh, earthly
I reminisce Easter at our home was as important as Christmas. Mom surrounded our small apartment with the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” I waited on the Easter Bunny as much as I did Santa but I would wake up
It’s a toss, head or tail but you never know, She shows the head and buries the tail but still you can’t tell, She seems right but what of her other side? Who is there to share the other side
I see, I see, I see, I feel to bend thy knee, They pass away cutting the line of my vision and I am left with Lock and key. I feel to break the barriers and they threat me to
Said the father to his son, “Hey you are a simpleton It’s time, be wise and do rise To work for your daily slice” The sun laid its usual knot O`er that son who lay in the cot Opened eyes,
Companion, the blissful pal who knows it all the blink of the lid the twist of the lip raises toast with glee one spirit setting you free frolic …the one your bright moon and your setting sun same energy similar
You were a stranger A stranger for whom I didn’t care To meet you, was my worst nightmare. The first time I saw you, All seemed so vague. I had no desire to impress The thoughts were less to express.
All those who are fully absorbed In their Creator to be in trance Being ward they remain in guard In love ecstasy never miss a chance They are in fire and play with fire Still fire loves them for the
She paints her lips red to hide her bleeding heart. She lines her eyes black to cover the darkness in her soul. She dons pretty shoes to run away from her sorrows. She types out a prose to show the
There’s a stone that rests where the road bends It greets me every morning on my way to work Or so I think I watch it as I pass, and I see it watch me So stoned it looks. Oh
Life is a pendulum That swings between Life and death With rhythm of the heart Open to the river of life Fling into its music Each passing moment Spicing up life with love Life is not infinite Every skip of