Monthly Archives: May 2017

Feeling the feelings!

a poem by

You can weep on your pain,
but you can’t laugh on other’s pain.
You can cry on lost net connection,
but you can’t mock who lost vision.
You can complain huge pain in your father’s knees,
but to whom he will complain who has
neither father nor knees?
You can be frustrated by lost promotion,
But who will listen to whom who lost job?
You can feel sick that you have only daughters
not son,
what about whom who have no child?
You get angry that your child not eating meal
despite so much options,
how will they bear who have no meal and no option.
We may get penniless in the last days of month,
but will you stop scorning them
who are penniless whole month.
This is enough,
Long will be boating,
As I am not also Innocent.

Walking with eyes closed!

a poem by

A rustle of leaves here,
A swish of twigs there,
An ominous rumble of thunder,
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

The slither of a snake,
Which had me shake,
The roar of a lion, the grunt of a bear,
As if to scare…
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

Suddenly, blinding light flashed,
As a falling bough crashed,
As I opened my Inner eye,
To what I had thought was a lie,
For the darkest of minds had a golden ray of hope;
For walking with eyes closed,
Was no bar to the light enclosed!

Just a little boy…

a poem by

When I was only a little boy,
I asked my father, who was to me like God,
To bring me a toy,
And this is what he said to me, “O boy,
Man himself, in th hands of God,
Is just a toy”

And although it was not proper to retort,
This is what I said,”O Dad,
What I need is just a toy,
Keep your philosophy away,
Because I am just a little boy.